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By Jack Joseph Smith
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He had ‘epened the door to the penthouse efficess
The receptionist had ‘been startled te see that: he
no-longer -dtessed like his pictures; She montered’
in that he wasstherey putting upon her tonque an
accent, and upon her lips Looking back up te him,
a worried smile, He accepted her with the grace-of*
his palms turned ‘outward’ at the slant ef relaxed’ ‘
wristss A door opened, and'the usher lea them in
a slow walk through the troops, An army of secret=
ary's embracing their machines with clicking finge
erg;: their singular actions multipling into waver
lengths, the embodied’ roar of a: metal seas
He reflected’ laying ‘back now laying back on: his: :
bed reaching a stone, reaching something te hold “ —
om te acsurate-enough to justify this last’ exper
ience -ef rejection, His mind was: remaining en the
opening walk through. these type preferming delles' x
"Shit mar," he said to himself aloud, his ‘back
arching up from the bed’ pulling his muscles, his:
mouth and ‘eyes:in a-thin smile his acting could
have easily: turned into wicked; "that place-wasn!'t:
tibte or comity not classic or romantics that was:
a Wilsire-Bulvdj Wall: street,"
Walking through the huge reen, with the far wall
sidéd’expansively im glassy he had winked'at one ef
the smartly dressed ‘working girls, Through the