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9 Croak Word is out that I’m not such a bad guy after all, but it’s all a lie. Barb in the office knows in her heart that I’m a boob. I can’t argue when I dropped a pile of papers she had just organized all over the floor. I can’t dispute that I have to be shown how to work theWeb site each and every time it’s my turn to update it. Sherrill thinks I’m a big dreamboat living the life worthy of a pleasant painting hanging over a mantle. Randall Fossum, the landlord, likes that my checks come on time.The printer who keeps me employed laughs at my jokes, but he doesn’t know they’re not jokes. The paint is poured on the porch, dripping down the steps.The car’s crashed into a pole, coolant coloring the road I rode in on. My arm hangs out the window, but I’m just waiting for someone to shake my hand and walk on into a better life of his own. ...

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