"As he often did when he left a place and his body was leaden with booze, he felt fat and orphaned."
"Two engineers walked behind him, talking about a busted flange, how it was going to take two hours, maybe three, to fix, and Ruth though, Two hours in this shithole? and then he heard it again -- a dry distant crack, and he knew that on the other side of those trees someone was playing baseball."
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