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corners

It was kind of irritating how he never wore clothes in the hot tub but octogenarian Drew “Grumpy” Cleveland had information I needed to complete my school project. Pansy Mouse! The mouse history has forgotten. Perhaps I shouldn’t even be writing about it (!). Keep it to myself for later.

“Pansy?” he started after the prompt. “Yeah, I remember Pansy. That was before Mickey. That was before ‘Floydada.'”

What a goldmine!

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“That’s very nice, Mortimer. Let’s stop there.”

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Barry goes into the Symphony Music Store intending to buy a CD of Schumann’s Rhenish Symphony but ends up running away in a panic after spying Pansy Mouse at the back counter, formerly only seen in dreams. Barry wakes up.

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meeting

“Excuse me, sir. I’m looking for the Shanty Club. Francis? You may know him. He’s kind of the owner I suppose.”

“Meat City,” Barry DeBoy metes out. “Just up the highway.”

“Oh,” Baker Bloch exclaimed. “Is this not Meat City? It’s across the highway from NWES.”

“Nope,” Barry reinforced. “Just because it’s across the highway doesn’t mean it’s part of the city, even though this is.” Barry says “city” with some satisfaction. After all, he was there at the vote. His art definitely helped sway the deal. “Go back to the highway. Go up. Look for the stumbling drunks and head right, and then another right past Big Dave’s garage then left. Tell Francis I said hello.”

“A friend?” Baker ventured., trying to remember all the twists and turns to get there.

“Let’s just say I don’t underestimate his *aunts* any more.”

“Oh.” Baker left the small trailer without understanding. Francis explained it to him later at the club.

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soon

At the top of Slot Mountain, Phillip’s head becomes bigger, anticipating a screw.

Sorry, but that’s just what he was thinking. The important thing: the mastermind behind Our Second Lyfe is here on the island; the thing acted as an attractor.

“I remember you. That Jeogeot art thing.”

“Yeah,” I replied beside him. “We’re back.” I took a breath and looked down into the slot. It all started here, I remember. On this island.

“I died (!).”

“Yup.”

“Blimey.”

His head got big again. He jumped into the slot, trying it out. Didn’t work. He jumped back up. “I so want to get this *over* with.”

“There’s only one way and you know it,” I spoke. “Begin again.”

He jumped back down. He couldn’t help himself. Longer this time. I realized what he was. Back he comes, head diminished. But the whole process is slowing down up here. “When *does* it start?” he asks at the lip. “I mean: life itself. I’m down there but I’m not down there. I’m up here as well.”

“Art,” I said. “Takes time. Building the proper receptacle.”

“A mountain, a castle,” he ritually pronounced.

He tries again, yet more successful.

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