GILL

SOLID

8/8 PT It got darken I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a kind of sluggish
stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter and sadistic eyes. I thought of
dead eyes looking at a moonless sky, with black blood at the corners of the
mouths beneath them. I thought of nasty old women beaten to death against
the posts of their dirty beds. I thought of a man with bright blond hair who
was afraid and didn't quite know what he was afraid of who was sensitive
enough to know that something was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess
what it was that was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who could be
had I thought of nice slim curious girls who lived alone and could be had too,
in a different way I thought of cops, tough cops that could be greased and yet
were not by any means all bad, like Hemingway. Fat prosperous cops wrth
Chamber of Commerce voices, like Chief Wax. Slim, smart and deadly cops
like Randall, who for all their smartness and deadliness were not free to do a
clean job in a clean way. I thought of Indians and psychics and dope doctors.

I thought of lots of things. It got darker The glare of the red neon sign
spread farther and farther across the ceiling. I sat up on the bed and put my

SOLID

9/9 PT It got darker I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a kind of
sluggish stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter and sadistic
eyes. I thought of dead eyes looking at a moonless sky, with black
blood at the corners of the mouths beneath them. I thought of nasty
old women beaten to death against the posts of their dirty beds. I
thought of a man with bright blond hair who was afraid and didn't
quite know what he was afraid of, who was sensitive enough to know
that something was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess what it
was that was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who could be
had. I thought of nice slim curious girls who lived alone and could be
had too, in a different way. I thought of cops, tough cops that could be
greased and yet were not by any means all bad, like Hemingway. Fat
prosperous cops with Chamber of Commerce voices, like Chief Wax.
Slim, smart and deadly cops like fendali, who for all their

2PT LEADED

8/10 PT It got darker I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a kind of sluggish
stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter and sadistic eyes. I thought of
dead eyes looking at a moonless sky, with black blood at the corners of the
mouths beneath them. I thought of nasty old women beaten to death against
the posts of their dirty beds. I thought of a man with bright blond hair who
was afraid and didn't quite know what he was afraid of who was sensitive
enough to know that something was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess
what it was that was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who could be
had. I thought of nice slim curious girls who lived alone and could be had too,
in a different way I thought of cops, tough cops that could be greased and yet
were not by any means all bad, like Hemingway Fat prosperous cops with
Chamber of Commerce voices, like Chief Wax. Slim, smart and deadly cops
like Randall, who for all their smartness and deadliness were not free to do a
clean job in a clean way I thought of Indians and psychics and dope doctors.

2PT LEADED

9/11 PT It got darker: I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a kind of
sluggish stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter and sadistic
eyes. I thought of dead eyes looking at a moonless sky, with black
blood at the corners of the mouths beneath them. I thought of nasty
old women beaten to death against the posts of their dirty beds. I
thought of a man with bright blond hair who was afraid and didnt
quite know what he was afraid of, who was sensitive enough to know
that something was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess what it
was that was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who could be
had. I thought of nice slim curious girls who lived alone and could be
had too, in a different way I thought of cops, tough cops that could be
greased and yet were not by any means all bad, like Hemingway Fat

4PTLEADED

8/12 PT It got darker I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a kind of sluggish
stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter and sadistic eyes. I thought of
dead eyes looking at a moonless sky, with black blood at the corners of the
mouths beneath them. I thought of nasty old women beaten to death against
the posts of their dirty beds. I thought of a man with bright blond hair who
was afraid and didnt quite know what he was afraid of who was sensitive
enough to know that something was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess
what it was that was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who could be
had. I thought of nice slim curious girls who lived alone and could be had too,
in a different way I thought of cops, tough cops that could be greased and yet
were not by any means all bad, like Hemingway. Fat prosperous cops with
Chamber of Commerce voices, like Chief Wax. Slim, smart and deadly cops

4PT LEADED

9/13 PT It got darker I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a kind of
sluggish stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter and sadistic
’ eyes. I thought of dead eyes looking at a moonless sky, with black
blood at the corners of the mouths beneath them. I thought of nasty
old women beaten to death against the posts of their dirty beds. I
thought of a man with bright blond hair who was afraid and didnt
quite know what he was afraid of, who was sensitive enough to know
that something was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess what it
was that was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who could be
had. I thought of nice slim curious girls who lived alone and could be
had too, in a different way I thought of cops, tough cops that could be

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 7PT

8/12 PT It got darker I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a kind of sluggish stealthiness,
as if it was being watched by bitter and sadistic eyes. I thought of dead eyes looking at a
moonless sky with black blood at the corners of the mouths beneath them. I thought of
nasty old women beaten to death against the posts of their dirty beds. I thought of a man
with bright blond hair who was afraid and didn't quite know what he was afraid of, who
was sensitive enough to know that something was wrong, and too vain or too dull to
guess what it was that was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who could be had. I
thought of nice slim curious girls who lived alone and could be had too, in a different way.
I thought of cops, tough cops that could be greased and yet were not by any means all
bad, like Hemingway. Fat prosperous cops with Chamber of Commerce voices, like Chief
Wax. Slim, smart and deadly cops like Randall, who for all their smartness and deadliness
were not free to do a clean job in a clean way I thought of Indians and psychics and dope

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 8PT

9/13 PT It got darker I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a kind of sluggish
stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter and sadistic eyes, I thought of
dead eyes looking at a moonless sky with black blood at the corners of the
mouths beneath them. I thought of nasty old women beaten to death against
the posts of their dirty beds, I thought of a man with bright blond hair who
was afraid and didn't quite know what he was afraid of, who was sensitive
enough to know that something was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess
what it was that was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who could be
had. I thought of nice slim curious girls who lived alone and could be had too,
in a different way I thought of cops, tough cops that could be greased and yet
were not by any means all bad, like Hemingway. Fat prosperous cops with

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GILL

SOLID

ю/ю PT It got darken I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a
kind of sluggish stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter
and sadistic eyes. I thought of dead eyes looking at a moonless
sky with black blood at the corners of the mouths beneath
them. I thought of nasty old women beaten to death against
the posts of their dirty beds. I thought of a man with bright
blond hair who was afraid and didn't quite know what he was
afraid of who was sensitive enough to know that something
was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess what it was that
was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who could be
had. I thought of nice slim curious girls who lived alone and
could be had too, in a different way I thought of cops, tough
cops that could be greased and yet were not by any means all

SOLID

п/11 PT It got darker I thought; and thought In my mind moved
with a kind of sluggish stealthiness, as if it was being
watched by bitter and sadistic eyes. I thought of dead
eyes looking at a moonless sky with black blood at the
corners of the mouths beneath them. I thought of nasty
old women beaten to death against the posts of their
dirty beds. I thought of a man with bright blond hair
who was afraid and didn't quite know what he was afraid
of, who was sensitive enough to know that something
was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess what it was
that was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who
could be had. I thought of nice slim curious girls who

2PT LEADED

10/12 PT It got darker I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a
kind of sluggish stealthiness, as If it was being watched by bitter
and sadistic eyes. I thought of dead eyes looking at a moonless
sky with black blood at the corners of the mouths beneath
them. I thought of nasty old women beaten to death against
the posts of their dirty beds. I thought of a man with bright
blond hair who was afraid and didn't quite know what he was
afraid of who was sensitive enough to know that something
was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess what it was that
was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who could be
had. I thought of nice slim curious girls who lived alone and
could be had too, in a different way I thought of cops, tough

2PT LEADED

11/13 PT It got darker I thought; and thought in my mind moved
with a kind of sluggish stealthiness, as if it was being
watched by bitter and sadistic eyes. I thought of dead
eyes looking at a moonless sky with black blood at the
corners of the mouths beneath them. I thought of nasty
old women beaten to death against the posts of their
dirty beds. I thought of a man with bright blond hair
who was afraid and didn't quite know what he was afraid
of who was sensitive enough to know that something
was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess what it was
that was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who

4PT LEADED

ю/14 PT It got darker I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a
kind of sluggish stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter
and sadistic eyes. I thought of dead eyes looking at a moonless
sky with black blood at the corners of the mouths beneath
them. I thought of nasty old women beaten to death against
the posts of their dirty beds. I thought of a man with bright
blond hair who was afraid and didn't quite know what he was
afraid of who was sensitive enough to know that something
was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess what it was that
was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who could be

4PTLEADED

п/15 PT It got darker I thought; and thought in my mind moved
with a kind of sluggish stealthiness, as if it was being
watched by bitter and sadistic eyes. I thought of dead
eyes looking at a moonless sky with black blood at the
corners of the mouths beneath them. I thought of nasty
old women beaten to death against the posts of their
dirty beds. I thought of a man with bright blond hair
who was afraid and didn’t quite know what he was afraid
of who was sensitive enough to know that something

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 9PT

ю/14 PT It got darker I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a kind of
sluggish stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter and sadistic
eyes. I thought of dead eyes looking at a moonless sky, with black
blood at the corners of the mouths beneath them. I thought of nasty
old women beaten to death against the posts of their dirty beds. I
thought of a man with bright blond hair who was afraid and didn't
quite know what he was afraid of who was sensitive enough to know
that something was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess what it
was that was wrong. I thought of beautiful rich women who could be
had. I thought of nice slim curious girls who lived alone and could be

4PT LEADED, CONDENSED TO THE CHARACTER WIDTH OF 10PT

п/15 PT It got darker I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a
kind of sluggish stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter
and sadistic eyes. I thought of dead eyes looking at a moonless
sky with black blood at the corners of the mouths beneath
them. I thought of nasty old women beaten to death against
the posts of their dirty beds. I thought of a man with bright
blond hair who was afraid and didn't quite know what he was
afraid of who was sensitive enough to know that something
was wrong, and too vain or too dull to guess what it was that

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