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.LP .ce .ps 16 .CW TIMES OF ENJOYMENT .R .ps 10 .br .ce .ps 10 .B 1 .P .PP .ps 10 .DC "M y Cambridge placement has been confirmed." .PP .ps 10 Lunsford spoke quickly into his collar mic. He had squeaked through the exams and then sailed through security. One last call on the Basement's dime. His plane was about to depart. .PP .ps 10 Paris Mold never heard from him again. .ce .B 2 .P .PP .ps 10 Bannister Colon smoothed down his wooden clothes and chewed absentmindedly from a torn package of Normative Franks. .PP .ps 10 "Sometimes, I get angry," he said, to no one. .PP .ps 10 The tainted liquid was hot in his mouth. Drained, he crushed the paper cup in his hand. Wood creaked on metal. .PP .ps 10 Bannister paced the room. .PP .ps 10 The car was late. .PP .ps 10 And so. .ce .B 3 .P .PP .ps 10 Bannister's day was long. .PP .ps 10 The car picked him up. The car dropped him off. .PP .ps 10 In this way his life fumbled along. .PP .ps 10 Back at home, situated in his custom leather chair, he relaxed into his usual routine. Policy briefs. Skipping through the pages, he evaluated the prescribed material. Nothing of particular interest, there. .PP .ps 10 Bannister's dog curled awkwardly under his legs. This was annoying. He kicked, absentmindedly, landing several accidental blows against the dog's sides. The dog remained silent, though obviously it was perturbed. .PP .ps 10 .I Microcosm and macrocosm, .R thought Bannister. .ce .B 4 .P .PP .ps 10 Here was the dog, bounding through tall grasses. .PP .ps 10 Here was the dog, surveying an expanse of yard. .PP .ps 10 At intervals the dog emitted a high\-pitched whine that stabbed through Bannister's back\-porch serenity. .PP .ps 10 He logged each infraction. .ce .B 5 .P .PP .ps 10 The dogs of influence. .PP .ps 10 Bannister's itinerary was full. .bp