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and so unaware had he grown of the danger behind his unguarded rear, he paused to light yet another cigarette. The false sense of ease that the mild camel sticks conjured in Bill's mind were not going to strike this poor frail body in its final deathly blows. No. Death would arrive much sooner and swifter than he ever thought possible. The last instant before decapitation, Bill wondered how lovely it would be to be a woman. And to quit smoking. He would never live-out his fantasy; as a kid dressed in drag, broadway was always in the child's dream. The sweetly glimmering river of red outlined the pavement like hair highlights.
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