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I Am Positively Not Robert Blech? 23 rest on the tid@ Of Manuscripts. “No. I’m not Bob Bloeh," he mournede “And I’m not even Fank Kuttner. Hank, you know, is really Shirley Temple. He looks rather cute vith his blonde viz,but when he forcets ta shave he just cuts his little dolls all to he-—{* ) He pushed a denpudbeted body side nono too cently end rummaced around,;finally extraccins < bloody } erm end knife from under his ocnts.e "I knew 1 dressed too hurriedly this mornin:,” he -clicked. Wov, as to Bob Bloch. He used to vwr:te sone pretty ~ood*. stuff, s€e?-2-Sut Sistely, vrhat's he doin?’ Giving us da hash -haté J's vron't write humor no mors since .hiS -wy Bradbury blo- in from the river ~Gynxe 1° likS236= "or gay bones on that Sradbury's nock --I'd --- I'de" | ; "You'd what?T™.2. asked, cd in; <ctoverd the. doore WI'd stran: 1@2hgs fOr not beiu- os-cood.as Bloeh” “rovled »oradourye T.opened the aee6r-end cot roady te. d2sh oute=s 1 curned to hin @nmd sraled-sravely, profoundiye. "You my son, are Bradbury,” I told hit, na then Slanmed the door as I ¥Féme ) The last thine. f- gay, orcdbury-was grovellin= on the floor with one foot holdin; dorn his head ana his jaws cluwaped on his tees, frothin,.« He vanished ? under all tne mojection slipse j Just then the sresent from the SeFeL. vent offs: Hallelujah! Sradbury’s a hombé : Yerdon me reader, my velot hus just come ine hat is it James? “There's 4 Vain ogee outside named Campbell, sir , snd he has a 7une”" ECOMNIEC OOO eS (E@)