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“Was it the Beast?”

“The what?”

“The ht eye and the awful mouth? Did he shove that fake body up the ladder to scare the studio, scare you, scare me, and blackmail everyone somehow for some reason? If I must die, J C, why can’t I knohy? Name the Beast, J C”

“And really get you dead? No!”

A truck veered around the studio backlot corner It ran by Calvary, throwing dust, blowing its horn

“Watch out, idiot!” I yelled

The truck dusted off

And J C with it

Afast Grotesque! J C a-gallop, robes flapping in the dusty wind, as if to take off, fly, shouting gibberish to the skies

Don’t go to Clarence’s! I almost shouted

Duht Clarence is too far ahead You’ll never catch up!!

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Fritz aiting with Maggie in Projection Room 10

“Where you been?” he cried “Guess what? Noe got no middle for the film!”

It was good to talk so oyles You wake to find yourself clutched to the spine of alies, pulling faces To make a film that twenty million people run to or away from