"The flutter of cards, the motion of hands, of eyelids, the drone of the time voice in the firehouse ceiling; one thirty-five, Thursday morning, November fourth."
"The flutter of cards, the motion of hands, of eyelids, the drone of the time voice in the firehouse ceiling; one thirty-five, Thursday morning, November fourth." |
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