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>Sunset found him polishing off a philly steak sandwich and plinking away on a Bran chapter, sweating . Every sentence came slower than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up he'd scraped it all and started meandering his way through a WILD CARDS novel. The more he ate, the less he wrote, but the less he wrote, the hungrier he grew, and his hunger sent him waddling to the refrigerator to wolf down some left over pulled pork and a quesadilla.