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Friday, April 30th, 2010

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    12:26a
    I realized that if it was there - truly there -...
    I realized that if it was there -
    truly there - then Jack would be able to see it
    from the boardwalk at El PalacioThere was a
    phone on the far side of the living room, but from
    where I was standing, the one on the kitchen
    counter was closerAnd it had the advantage of
    being right under the light switchesI wanted
    lights, especially the ones in the kitchen, those
    good hard fluorescentsI backed out of the living
    room, not taking my eyes off the ship, and hit all
    three switches with the back of my handThe
    lights came on, and I lost sight of the Perse - of
    everything beyond the Florida room - in their
    bright, no-nonsense glareI reached for the phone,
    then stopped
    There was a man in my kitchenHe was standing by
    my refrigeratorHe was wearing soaked rags that
    might once have been blue jeans and the kind of
    shirt that's colourful louis vuitton bag called a boat-neckWhat appeared to
    be moss was growing on his throat, cheeks,
    forehead, and forearmsThe right side of his
    skull was crushed inPetals of bone protruded
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    through the lank foliage of his dark hairOne of
    his eyes - the right - was goneWhat remained was
    a spongy socketThe other was an alien,
    disheartening silver that had nothing to do with
    humanityHis feet were bare, swollen, purple, and
    burst through to the bone at the ankles
    It grinned at me, lips splitting as they drew back,
    revealing two lines of yellow teeth set into old
    black gumsIt raised its right arm, and here I
    saw what must have been another relic of the PerseOne old and rusty circlet was
    clamped around the thing's wristThe other one
    hung open like a loose jaw
    The other one was for me
    It emitted a loose hissing sound, perhaps all its
    decayed rolex watches for sale in the uk vocal cords could produce, and began to
    walk toward me under the bright no-nonsense
    fluorescentsIt left footprints on the hardwood
    floorI could hear a faint
    creaking and saw it was wearing a soaked leather
    belt - rotten, but for the time being, still
    holding
    A queer soft paralysis had come over meI was
    conscious, but I couldn't run even though I
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    understood what that open manacle meant, and what
    this thing was: a one-man press gangHe would
    clamp me and take me aboard yonder frigate, or
    schooner, or barquentine, or whatever-the-hell-itwas
    I would become part of the crewAnd while
    there might not be cabin boys on the Perse, I
    thought there were at least two cabin girls, one
    named Tessie and one named Lo-LoAt least clock it one with the
    phone, for Christ's sake!
    But I couldn'tI was like a bird hypnotized by a
    snakeThe chanel replica handbags cheap best I could do was to take one numb
    step backward into the living roomNow I was in the shadows
    againIt stood in the kitchen doorway with the
    white light of the fluorescents striking across
    its damp and rotted face and throwing its shadow
    across the living room carpetI
    considered closing my eyes and trying to wish it
    away, but that wasn't going to work; I could smell
    it, like a Dumpster behind a restaurant that
    specializes in fish dinnersAnd -
    "Time to go, Edgar
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    - it could talk, after allThe words were slushy
    but understandable
    It took a step into the living roomI took
    another of my numb steps backward, knowing in my
    heart it would do no good, that compensation
    wasn't enough, that when it got tired of playing
    it would simply dart forward and clamp that iron
    manacle on my wrist and drag me, screaming, down
    to chanel handbags shop online the water, down to the caldo largo, and the
    last sound I'd hear on the living side would be
    the grating conversation of the shells under the
    houseThen the water would fill my ears
    I took another step back just the same, not sure I
    was even moving toward the door, only hoping, then
    anotherand a hand fell on my shoulder
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    "What the fuck is that thing?" Wireman whispered
    in my ear
    "I don't know," I said, and I was sobbingLook out at the
    Gulf, WiremanI don't dare take my eyes off it
    But the thing in the doorway had seen Wireman now
    - Wireman who'd come in through the open door just
    as it had itself, Wireman who had arrived like the
    cavalry in a John Wayne Western - and had stopped
    three steps inside the living room, its head
    slightly lowered, the manacle swinging back and
    forth from its outstretched arm
    "Christ," Wireman submariner rolex s

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