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Thensuddenly
angry with myselfI reached out and spread them againdoing it with enough force to knock a
couple to the floor. I didn't pick them up.
That nightbefore going to bedI placed the Memo-Scriber on the table beneath Bunter the Great
Stuffed Mooseturning it on and putting it in the DICTATE mode. Then I slipped in one of my old
home-dubbed cassetteszeroed the counterand went to bedwhere I slept without dreams or other
interruption for eight hours.
The next morningMondaywas the sort of day the tourists come to Maine for — the air so sunny-
clean that the hills across the lake seemed to be under subtle magnification. Mount Washington
New England's highestfloated in the farthest distance.
I put on the coffeethen went into the living roomwhistling. All my imaginings of the last few
days seemed silly this morning. Then the whistle died away. The Memo-Scriber's counterset to
000 when I went to bedwas now at 012.
I rewound ithesitated with my finger over the PLAY buttontold myself (in Jo's voice) not to be a
fooland pushed it.
'Oh Mike'
a voice whispered — mournedalmost-on the tapeand I found myself having to press
the heel of one hand to my mouth to hold back a scream. It wa You are not allowed to view links. Register or Loginyilai：
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