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Brown Corpus
Toward the end of his fourth hairy highball, while he was moodily making wet rings on the table-top with the bottom of the glass, he became aware that he was not alone.
He looked up with bloodshot eyes and beheld the stranger sitting across the table, smiling a secret smile at him, as if they were fellow conspirators.
He hadn't even noticed -- what was his name??
Pete??
-- he hadn't seen him sit down.
The man was uncanny, like a shadow, and made as much noise as a shadow.
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