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Catch Me If You CanI was tinker, tailor, Indian chief, baker, banker and ingenious thief. For I sometimes restaged some of my more memorable capers. And some of my more memorable love scenes too. But always the curtain had to come down on my plays, and I returned to reality, but knowing IБЂ™d been on a make-believe journey, in my chill, gloomy, dark and loathsome cell. Walter Mitty in durance vile. One day the door grated open at an unexpected time and a guard tossed something into my cell. It was a thin, dirty, evil-smelling mattress, hardly more than a tick, but I spread it out on the floor and curled up on it, reveling in its comfort. I fell asleep wondering what model deportment I had exhibited that deserved such a luxurious reward. I was awakened by the mattressБЂ™s being jerked savagely from beneath me by a burly guard, who laughed jeeringly as he slammed the steel door shut. I do not know what time it was. It was long before I was served breakfast, however. Sometime after dinner, the door shrieked open again and the mattress was dumped on the steps ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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