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The minute he woke up and saw the sky, Harold Semafor knew that trouble was brewing, but from where, he could not begin to guess. The phone call from yesterday had
me running to the junk yard to buy ..
an old starter to fix my vintage '57 Chevy. There was a dog
who regarded us coldly, as though we had intruded on his precious thinking time. We ignored him, and instead, we
went ahead and bought the magic beans, carefully ignoring the directions and
refusing to concede the election, which, in our own minds, had been decided long ago, in another time.
