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Three doors down from Mr. Slattery's shop with the lighted windows; the lights red and yellow and green. The nutcrackers in the window, little toy soldiers soldiering on, cymbals crashing, fairies dancing, dancing after the stabbing, the stabbing of the foul mouse king. O'Shea had his head under the car, twisting this way and that with his spanner. His feet stuck out and across the sidewalk. He wore nice shoes. The nice shoes had made him kind.The white falling all around us traced O'Shea under the car. It was an old car, but he had new shoe...
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We had tea at two o’clock at the inn down the road from the courthouse as we awaited for the verdict. Two of the lawyers on the case, one for and one against the defendant, were with us. They spoke cordially with each other, and of the defendant they spoke with the same detached disdain. I was at the courthouse doing a confession for one set to hang the following day and there I met with Nzia. We decided to pop in for tea and there the two lawyers came in. They took off their wigs and had beer. ‘You mean to say,’ Nzia asked, ‘that the man ...
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