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I was too full of coffee, too hypertense, too frightened by the Viet Nam
flashback to get any sleep. So I drove out to Lake Travis and watched the sun
come up over the water. I changed into a bathing suit and swam out into the
chilly waters of the lake. It was going to be another beautiful, clear,
broiling hot day. There would be more days like it, and suddenly it was going
to be fall, and Austin would have tricked us out of another year.
Deep Without Pity
21
That was when I hated the city, the times when it fooled you into thinking the
days would never end, that time itself did not exist. It had fooled Jason
King, and he had let that ugly part of his past slide away, and believed it
could not touch him. But time was there, deep as a lake, without pity or
sorrow or love. A man could drown in it.
I swam back to the shore and fell asleep under the neutral, staring eye of the
sun.
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1980
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Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine
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1980
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