The man who said his name was Jones put his arm over his shoulders going up the stairs. My muscles were in a deadswoon. From the train they had to run through the slippery streets to get to the mil s in time to join the picket line. I pulled the pink slip out of the roller,balled it up, and tossed it into the wastebasket.
He picked up the paper again. I don't think it matters which, because the onething that's never going to happen on God's green earth is a rulin infavor of the mother. There was something on it justthen. Said he left a tape sayin he'd done it on Fridaynight so as not to affect the cump'ny stock price and wanted Rogette tocall in the press righ
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