Ray Plote would not leave a written explanation. Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order. The biological laboratory had an atmosphere that was all its own. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. I thought he was in Newgate. John eased off.
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