Halfway through my steak I caught sight of myself in the mirror behind the bar. I looked like someone who ought to eat alone. I didn’t look in the mirror again.

You know that you can’t predict and you can’t expect that you should have predicted. You do the best you can, as decently as you can, and you accept the consequences.

tape on and the car trembled with percussion all the way to Saugus, where Hawk pulled into a Martignetti’s off Route 1 and bought three

I was in my office tilted back in my chair with my feet up drinking a cup of coffee and eating my second corn muffin

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