The officer smiles: you rang the landlord?"

her up. plies.

"No, no.. she's sick.

I'll just wait here,.

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"Wouldn't it be better if

I wouldn't want to wake

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our frightened friend re-

"

"All right, but don't

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worry. I'll keep my eye on you. And he moves on, swinging his stick, totally unaware of the fact that he had witnessed a tremendous emotional storm; the death and resurrection of a hum- an being. After a whole pack of cigarettes, the tenant arrived to be received by one of the most effusive welcomes anybody was ever given. "You don't know how glad I am to see you.'!'. - A final glance down the street still registered the motionless silhouette of the policeman standing at the corner, keeping an eye on "her". I often wonder if non- TV's ever go through such intense emotional experiences. But we never learn and some nights later we are right back on our eternal quest for adventure.

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Just heard through the grapevine that one of our close friends spend 72 hours behind bars in a small town somewhere in these United States just because a clerk at a drugstore read her while she was courageously buying a pack of cigarettes. The clerk phoned the pol- ice. Our friend had returned to her hotel room, but the success" of her previous outing impelled her to go out again. As soon as she hit the street, the arm of the law descended upon her. No charge was entered against her and she was released after spending some of the most uncomfortable and humiliating 72 hours of her life. Will this be a lesson ? I don't think so. She' will be out again, once the memory of the ordeal wears off. We are incorrigible.'!

"Just to show you to what lengths we go, here's another TV scene.. .15, 16 17.46, 47, 48..ouch.'

and tears roll down your face. It hurts, it hurts terri bly, but vanity impels the TV to continue his self- inflicted torture. The tweezers gleam in his hand like a midget steel trap...he squeezes and it bites. Each hair on the face seems to become thicker and stronger

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