They come to The Street and look in each other's faces and laugh together andthen they are truly on the TR--in what I have come to think of as thezone. And when he spoke, hejuiced his ordinarily faint Boston brogue. He had put his rubber balls aside and moved on to Indian clubs. I had to, though, if I was to finish mywork, and I would do well not to linger.
She said she thought he was terrible. It cast a white circle of radiance on the manuscript--in thegloom of that afternoon it was as bright as a spotlight. It's only a feeling, but since I got back on the TR, my feelings aredifferent. Ihoped it wasn't trouble, but in my experience people don't try that hardwhen the news is good.
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