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The interrogator: Anyway, it says here you've badly beaten the local grocer. The accused: It was his own fault. I owed him only ten dollars, and every night he came into my dreams. I pleaded with him to wait till I got my wages, but he wouldn't relent. One midnight I fell into a drainpipe the lid had been stolen by junkies, but the authorities pay no attention. He showed his arm, cast in plaster. You must be careful when you run, especially at midnight.