Blister Jones
Our chairs were tipped against number 84 in the curving line of box-stalls at Latonia. Down the sweep of whitewashed stalls the upper doors were yawning wide and from many of these openings velvet black in the sunlight sleek snaky heads protruded. --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
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