The final of the circuit of '03 was taped. Hank's cousin had the camera. It's about forty minutes long and the last six are the ones that matter. You can hear the hall. You can hear somebody drop a tray at the exact wrong moment and you can hear me not react, which is the whole lesson of the tape right there.
The tape exists. I want to be clear about that because people get cute. It is in a box. The box is in a place. The place is a story, and the story is long, and it involves two moves, a basement that flooded (not Mort's; his is fine; I asked), and a cousin who does not return calls.
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The cartographer put a stone for this page in her Memorial. She says it's "resting." I'll take the stone down myself when the tape goes up, and I'll do it in front of her, and I'll say nothing, because that's the Face.
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