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9055	Sheckley, Robert	Bad Medicine			.txt	text/plain	5891	729	84	Caswell was a choleric little man with fierce red eyes, bulldog jowls "Therapy!" said Caswell. "I am not an alcoholic," Caswell said, with considerable dignity. "Oh," said the clerk, glancing distrustfully at Caswell's bloodshot "Will it cure a homicidal urge?" Caswell asked. Caswell thanked him, lifted the Regenerator in both arms and hurried "Haskins," the manager said, "I thought I asked you to rid yourself of "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" asked Caswell, feeling "All right," Caswell said. "Aw, look," Caswell complained, "I don't even know what a goricae is." "It's the damnedest thing," Caswell said, "but do you know, I think I "Mr. Magnessen," Rath said, in the pleasantest voice he could muster, Lieutenant Smith said, "Come on, talk, Magnessen, if you know what's "Are you Elwood Caswell?" Rath asked. "Yes," said Caswell. "I know," said Caswell. "Naturally," Caswell said. "Good night," Caswell said.	./cache/9055.txt	./txt/9055.txt