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one of 'em, far as I could see. So, you gonna send in the army, or what?' |
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'I'm afraid we don't have anyone to send right now.' |
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'Figures. Well, don't say I didn't give you the poop.' |
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'Just stay in your shop and try to keep out of sight. We'll try to send help, but . . .' |
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Trev felt numb. O'Casey's was on Third Street, just two blocks south of the Tastee Donut shop. |
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If I hadn't procrastinated, damn it, I'd be there right now. |
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Oh God, Maureen, what've I done to you! |
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He pulled out his wallet. His hand trembled as he removed the pizza coupon. |
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The dollar-off coupon gave the phone number. |
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All the lines were busy again, so he disconnected one and punched in O'Casey's number. He listened to the ringing. |
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''Come on, come on,' he muttered. |
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It rang fifteen times before he gave up. |
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He flung the headset down. Francine, on the other side of the counter, whirled around. |
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'I've gotta go out,' he said. |
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'In the rain? You can't do that.' |
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