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Max Maxwell and Maclovio O'Malley met downtown for breakfast.

"You look like shit," said Maxwell.

"I feel like shit," answered O'Malley. 

O'Malley invoked the spontaneity clause the previous evening when Tony Gray materialized at his front door.

"Tony and I decided only in danger exists excitement," explained O'Malley as he held his coffee in both his shaking hands and sipped the steaming elixir with his eyes closed.

"Tony and I dived into the belly of the beast. We crossed to Matamoros. It was nasty. I thought I had caged the animal, but it escaped last night. When the beast smells meat, it roars."

Maxwell laughed.

"On this rampage, did you and Tony solve the world's problems after you had sated yourself on the flesh of your victims?"

"We have control over only two aspects of our being--our health and our jobs. As long as we are healthy and we are working, there are solutions to the other predicaments we face in our lives."

Maxwell slurped huevos rancheros into his mouth.

"How are you faring in those two departments?" questioned the controversial poet.

"My system is filled with tobacco and alcohol and god knows how many venereal diseases course through my body," sighed O'Malley. 

Maxwell paid the bill. O'Connell went home and slept the rest of the day.

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