Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. Mike chimed in.
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