[Finally, he moved to the bowl and urinated. It was a bolt of lightning cracking. He sighed, leaned forward, and let his head rest against the wall. Oh, Betty, he thought. (uit: Raymond Carver Will you please be quiet, please in Will you please be quiet, please. Vintage, 1992. p 243.)]
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