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30416	Dryfoos, Dave	Waste Not, Want			.txt	text/plain	2750	231	87	was hard to believe that he was indeed Fred Lubway, mechanical engineer, and had a right to be in this single bed, alone in this house his Tillie home for the aged where they'd _help_ you consume--with forced feedings dry because the machine wasn't adapted to people who took ice-cold "You're not doing your share of consuming, Oldtimer," the young cop said Fred felt that each stroke of the pencil was a black mark against him. "Fred," he said, "when we talked a few hours ago, you forgot to say you Therefore Fred knew he must be recording the "George, I'm not going to play along with you," Fred insisted. "What are you trying to do?" Fred demanded. "But you've got to come back to work, Fred! "I don't need you to protect me, George," Fred said stiffly. A young man's voice said, "Mr. Lubway, we need you."	./cache/30416.txt	./txt/30416.txt