Joe gently massaged his temples and squinted his eyes enough to

gaze around the room. Hmmm . . . why weren't there any paintings

on that wall? And that corner with the crack in the ceiling had

a cobweb that looked as if it hadn't be swept out in at least a

couple of years. And it was cold! Why didn't somebody turn up

the heat? He felt around him on the couch, wondering

who he had slept with the night before. She must not have been very

exciting, since he couldn't even remember her face, much less her

name. Besides, she wasn't within reach, so she must have already

split.


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