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. No matter, I
guess. The light. show was superb. . . .
I sipped my drink and watched Humpty teeter, there at the end of the
bar. For a moment I tried to remember when I'd come into this place, but
that cylinder wasn't hitting. It would come to me, eventually. Nice
party....
I watched and listens and tasted and felt, and it was all great.
Anything that caught my attention was fascinating. Was there something I'd
wanted to ask Luke? It seemed there was, but he was busy singing and I
couldn't think of it now, anyway.
What had I been doing before I'd come into this place? Trying to recall
just didn't seem worth the effort either. Not when everything was so
interesting right here and now.
It seemed that it might have been something important, though. Could
that be why I felt uneasy? Might it be there was business I had left
unfinished and should be getting back to?
I turned to ask the Cat but he was fading again, still seeming vastly
amused. It occurred to me then that I, too, could do that. Fade, I mean; and
go someplace else. Was that how I had come here and how I might depart?
Possibly. I put down my drink and rubbed my eyes and my temples. Things
seemed to be swimming inside my head, too.
I suddenly recalled a picture of me. On a giant card. A Trump. Yes.
That was how I'd gotten here
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