what he saw as the door clicked open and the motorcycle boots crossed the room toward where he lay, naked and with his hair full
of Prell, was the picture hanging on the wall over his bed, the picture of the Road Virus idling in front of his house with the driver's
side door open.
The driver's side bucket seat, he saw, was full of blood. I'm going outside, I think, Kinnell thought, and closed his eyes.
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