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It did work. And for almost four hours they sat at the opposite ends of the couch, the portable phonograph on the coffee table before them, their faces lit with silent and sorrowful fascination, listening as the music of a dead world filled the summer night.
You couldn’t stab anybody to death with a guitar, although, Larry supposed, it would make a pretty fair blunt instrument.
His name is Legion. He is the king of nowhere.
