Pulp Fiction, 1951 · page 97 of 116
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THE MOON IS HEAVEN 95. 4 all had enough of serious things. Because the Moon is begin- ning to get everybady down a little bit. ‘ All tight,’’ says Atah. ‘‘ We couldn’t rest while you were out there, Mike, so J think we’ll all take a long sleep. Then when we wake up—there’s work to be done. We. want to leave here in two weeks, at the latest.’’ — ‘“ Amen,’’. comes a chorus from you and Clavier and Leeson and ‘Reina. Dear Reina. You don’t dream of her when you bunk down. Which is disappointing. © comicbooks.com