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ambulances, and many small but welcome miseries.[66] Here in the blustery, dripping midday, Corky walked a charming residential neighborhood in Studio City. Sowing disorder.He didn’t live here. He never would.This was a working-class neighborhood, managerial-class at best. Intellectual stimulation in such a place would be hard to find.He had driven here to take a walk.Emergency-yellow, blazing canary, he nevertheless passed along these streets with complete anonymity, drawing as little notice as might a ghost whose substance was but a twist of ectoplasmic mist.He had yet to encounter anyone on foot. Few cars traveled the quiet streets.The weather kept most people snug indoors.The glorious rotten weather was Corky’s fine conspirator.At this hour, of course, most residents of these houses were away at work. Toiling, toiling, with stupid purpose.Because this , children had not gone to school. Today: Monday. Christmas: Friday. Deck the halls.Some children would be in the company of siblings. A lesser number would be under the protection of a nonworking mother.Others .In this instance, however, children were not Corky’s avenue of expression. Here, they were safe from the yellow ghost passing among them.
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