“I didn't know who he was any more, and he knew this, and sympathized, and pulled the blanket over my shoulders. 'Yes, yes, yes, I've got to go now. Old fever Sal, good-by? And he was gone…
When I got better I realized what a rat he was, but then I had to understand the impossible complexity of his life, how he had to leave me there, sick, to get on with his wives and woes. 'Okay, old Dean, I'll say nothing?”
— Jun 10, 2026 01:15PM
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