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“Pretty soon he’ll be just like me,” Costello broke in. “Right, Lynch? One foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel.”
There was plenty of liquor flowing, but most of it seemed to be going down my mother’s throat.
FOR A LITTLE while when Walter Henderson was nine years old he thought falling dead was the very zenith of romance, and so did a number of his friends.