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Two months after Wolf’s death we headed south towards the interstate. Franklin went with us, but when we reached the I80, he went east while we went west. Before we parted, Franklin gave me a gift. It was a long thin package wrapped in black lether. I opened and found Guinever sitting in my hands. I told him that I could not accept the slamstick but he insisted, then left. It took Elizabeth and I some time to get back to L.A. Not used to traveling, she was easily fatigued and insisted on taking numerous breaks. I would have been annoyed but she made each one well worth my while and by the time we were nearing city the breaks were for sex rather than fatigue. When I return to my office. I marched into the editor’s office and placed my story on his desk. Then I asked for a raise. When he hesitated, I bashed his desk to splinters with Guinevere. I
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