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It was always slow in Albuquerque on Tuesday nights， but
tonight was worse than usual. Man， it was dead， Seeth
Ransom fumed. He couldn t even find a stray cat to kick
around. So he was forced to fall back on the old standby of
giving passing motorists the finger and smirking as they
pretended not to notice， speeding up slightly as they hur-
ried on past， their eyes fixed unswervingly to the road
ahead. The pleasure this provided was decidedly muted，
but it was better than nothing. At least the world was
compelled to take notice of him.
Still， there was no denying the night was dull enough to
bore a turtle.
He checked the watch he wore high up on his forearm
so that his friends wouldn t know he had the slightest
interest in what time it was. A little past nine. He consid-
ered returning to the apartment， just giving up on the night
and crashing til tomorrow. Trouble was， the day would
be more boring than the night. Besides which， the place
was probably full to overflowing by now. The bed， couch，
and kitchen table would be occupied. The Hole filled
up fast. If you showed too late you had your choice of
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