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ALL THESE VIOLENT...///TYLER

NARRATIVE...///BRADLEY

LUSUS NATURAE///CHEN

PIG IN BOOTS///GAYE

TEXARKANAN///GAYE

SWEEPING...///KLOCKSIEM

EVERYTHING...///KLOCKSIEM

PABLUM///KRAEMER-DAHLIN

AVALON...///LEMKE

BIG RADIO///NARDOLILLI

PEARL...///RIPATRAZONE

THOMAS...///RIPATRAZONE

ONE AND...///THIBODEAU

THE WORST...///THIBODEAU

DRAWINGS///NACE

ART///JONES

BEYER///\\\PATEL

HAWKINS///\\\OLIU

MCKELVEY///\\\RICE

BENDER/\COLUMBUS/\MCSHEA

GABBERT///\\\ROONEY

GEORGE///\\\PINEDA

CONVERSATION

[15] THOMAS WILLIAMS Nick Ripatrazone

Twisted his ankle in the state sectional race against Bernards.  Had a date with the mayor’s daughter the next day.  Tried to hide the limp but that only made it worse.  Always thought the ankle weak afterward, and leaned to the right, looked off-balance.  Father drank E&J brandy from a Styrofoam cup at his desk in the Hall of Records.  He was alone there, except on Wednesdays, when the assistant county clerk came. Those days he would wait until home for the brandy.  He filled orders and requests in the morning, returned calls after lunch, and spent the afternoon browsing the stacks of boxes and tapes.  Brought Thomas along each Friday after lunch.  Gave him a few sips of brandy.  That tended to strengthen his ankle.