Congo

by Michael Crichton

head-crunching

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Amy sat in the middle of the floor, surrounded by the paper. She tore it angrily and signed, This woman. This woman.

This woman

a young animal, she had inexplicably attacked policemen. After several biting episodes and threatened lawsuits, they finally learned that Amy found police uniforms with their shiny buttons clownlike and ridiculous; she assumed that anyone so foolishly dressed must be of inferior status and safe to attack.

Yas Amy

(Travis was fond of saying, “In the eighties, it’s the Japs. In the nineties, it’ll be the Chinks. Either way it’s slants, and they all work Sundays and to hell with the football game. We gotta keep

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