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No Substitutions
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If it was happening to him, all right, he could take that ... but what if he was happening to it?
LanguageEnglish
PublisherJovian Press
Release dateJan 14, 2017
ISBN9781537816531
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    No Substitutions - Jim Harmon

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    Jim Harmon

    JOVIAN PRESS

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    PUTTING PEOPLE PAINLESSLY TO SLEEP is really a depressing job. It keeps me awake at night thinking of all those bodies I have sent to the vaults, and it interferes to a marked extent with my digestion. I thought before Councilman Coleman came to see me that there wasn’t much that could bother me worse.

    Coleman came in the morning before I was really ready to face the day. My nerves were fairly well shot from the kind of work I did as superintendent of Dreamland. I chewed up my pill to calm me down, the one to pep me up, the capsule to strengthen my qualities as a relentless perfectionist. I washed them down with gin and orange juice and sat back, building up my fortitude to do business over the polished deck of my desk.

    But instead of the usual morning run of hysterical relatives and masochistic mystics, I had to face one of my superiors from the Committee itself.

    Councilman Coleman was an impressive figure in a tailored black tunic. His olive features were set off by bristling black eyes and a mobile mustache. He probably scared most

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