“TROUSERS!” she whispered. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. She turned her head to each side. “Damn! Things are getting plainer. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. The men have never had so much work to do since they banded. His hand flew across the paper.
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