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33850	Bixby, Jerome	The Slizzers			.txt	text/plain	2998	361	100	need us, something like the way we'd need maple trees if it came to Ever stop to think how little we know about why we live? Like I say, think about all this next time someone treats you just I found out about the _slizzers_ when I went up to Joe Arnold's 'em." I looked at the drink Joe was mixing. Joe mixes them right--just the way I like than I could recall Joe's being, and they just _looked_ like antennae "It hurts like hell," he said in a not-human voice, "to be _slizzing_ Joe got up and let in the other Fred raised his eyebrows when he saw Joe's face and hands. "_No_," Joe said sharply. Joe looked down at me with his black end-of-eggplant eyes. "Well," Joe said. Which is why I like to play over at Joe's, even _slizzers_ and write about them after Joe gives him the	./cache/33850.txt	./txt/33850.txt