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| | Dark Planet: Fiction: Singing the Fat Man by R. Boyczuk (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-11-07) |
 | | Above the world moves and hisses along, Fat's fat fingers moving round and round stirring this pot and that, putting the scare into this him and her. |
 | | And everyone knows when he is an unhappy Fat, because his unhappiness spreads out like an echo in the sewer, back and forth, forth and back, through empty chambers, bouncing round corners and running down long dark corridors, till it comes back to where I sit, a thousand different smaller voices all crying his unhappiness. |
 | | But it is Fat's, cause the door's wider than any of the others on the street, wider than it should be, the stairs too, cement where others are wood, solid, heavy, weighty, Fat's.... |
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