Okay, okay – last Chandler nibble for a bit. The indignity of being shot at.
“He shot at me,” he repeated quietly. “With a gun. This gun. I’m tender to bullets. He missed me, but suppose he didn’t? I like my stomach the way it is, with just one way in and one way out.”
Me, too. Only one of mine’s bigger than the other.
Keep dodging those bullets, gals and boys.
Thanks for being here.
(The King in Yellow is the second of third and last story in Pearls are a Nuisance.)
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