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2. Peter
He clutched again at his temples, trying to wring an idea from the emptiness he felt inside.
"Germans...mathematics...asteroids...hemorrhoids...hemorraghic fever...Ya give me fever...gimme shelter...Rolling Stones...gathering moss...Moss Hart...Kitty Carlisle...Hotel Carlisle....that was SOME night...Night of the Living Dead..." That was how he felt - a member of the living dead. Ever since she drowned, falling into the open toilet, it had not been the same. His mathematics stank, his hemorrhoids were worse, he hated "rotten-roll" and he couldn't go near a Broadway play. He only knew that, somehow, he must bring her back.
3. Charles
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