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PostcriptTo Ferris Burns, death had come without warning. The 83-year old author, once called the voice of a generation, had slipped and broken his neck on the front steps of his brownstone in Greenwich Village in 1992. His death was mentioned in passing by the New York Times the next day. No one attended the funeral. His three ex-wives wanted nothing to do with him, and his beloved son Henry had died in a car accident in 1956. He was laid to rest without fanfare in a small cemetery in Brooklyn. A virtual recluse in his final years, he'd rarely left his building, and had few friends, save for his landlords.Postcript by ~wafagan14
Benjamin Price had read Burns' first and on
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Howard held the door open for them. "Well that was fun," Vassago said. They had driven back to Eran's apartment at breakneck speed, not stopping until they reached Central Park West.
"How was your day, Mr. Eran?" Howard asked.
"Great. We blew up a restaurant."
"Zair punched Donald Trump in the face," Eran said.
"No shit. Is that true, Zair?" Vassago asked.
"It was an accident," Zair replied defensively. "Eran killed a bunch of people."
Eran laughed as he took a drag of his Marlboro. "Yeah, I probably did." He gritted his teeth as he pulled a two-inch chunk of glass from his neck. He held it up for everyo
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