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I didn't seem to be nearly as badly injured as I should be, after such a fight. Hardly more than the usual aches and pains of being old. The old man, a supervisor or prosecutor or such, interrogated me without rancor or threat. I answered in the same way I had to the brothers. Suddenly, he got up and went outside. I followed. He got into a pickup truck parked at the curb, and drove up a telephone pole and parked on the telephone wires. He looked sad. I woke up.