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"My people come from the vast Northwest Territoriesthe outlands." He was all too content to let it drop at that. Nothing about him correlated with the vision of Lutes as I knew themsquat, dark and swarthy people one step removed from their Mongol heritage. Kelto was the antithesis of everything Lute. "I'll get you some ice, sir," he said and disappeared back through the same door I had used. |
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I listened briefly to the howls of unbridled laughter emanating from the darkened car out on the point and followed Kelto back into the hallway. |
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Five minutes later I had my bucket of ice and returned to my room. Brenda had left the flimsy drape between the two rooms partially open, and I wondered if it was an invitation or evidence of the same tendency that allowed her to walk around all day with a gaping hole in the right knee of her faded jeans. |
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Deciding it was the latter, I poured the ice in the toilet, pulled back the smoke-stained chenille bedspread and crashed. |
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Some people sleep well in motels. Others manage a good night's sleep only when they're bedded down in the womb-like security of their own bedroom. Me, I've never been able to sleep anywhere. That's not to say I don't napthose quick cobwebby, not quite enough trips into a |
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