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- belly voice, to leave him alone. But I'd plug him anyway. Six shots right through his fat
hairy belly. Then I'd throw my automatic down the elevator shaft--after I'd wiped off all
the finger prints and all. Then I'd crawl back to my room and call up Jane and have her
come over and bandage up my guts. I pictured her holding a cigarette for me to smoke
while I was bleeding and all.
The goddam movies. They can ruin you. I'm not kidding.
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I stayed in the bathroom for about an hour, taking a bath and all. Then I got back
in bed. It took me quite a while to get to sleep--I wasn't even tired--but finally I did. What
I really felt like, though, was committing suicide. I felt like jumping out the window. I
probably would've done it, too, if I'd been sure somebody'd cover me up as soon as I
landed. I didn't want a bunch of stupid rubbernecks looking at me when I was all gory.
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