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The town crier’s gong banged Dee-or out of his sorrowful reverie. I gbà nάά tō e—le ue! Dee-or pried his window an inch open to catch the announcement. Local talks never end in the market place. This world is terrible… no peace anywhere at all. He banged his window shut. He walked slowly to his bed and flopped like an empty sack beside it. Is it really over, he wondered. It was an absent-minded question directed at a seemingly lonely room.
“Ladies and gentlemen, members of the in-crowd, welcome to another morning jam session…” Kay’s voice blared from the transistor radio. “For those who’ve lost their hearts, for those who are hurt and hurting right now, I extend Kay’s shoulder. Here’s to you… get up, let’s boogie to the music of…!” Kay’s voice was swallowed by the blasting music. The music playing was one of his favorites. Dee-or jumped up, took two uncoordinated steps to the beat of the music, yelled at the top of his voice and sank unto his bed again like a deflated sack. “Over and out!” It was the last day they’d meet as friends in years.
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