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"Maybe you're the extremist due to you think you somehow created your own self, " says Giff.

Lying there is Giff, fingers clenched like he's trying to cling to a ledge, poor pink glasses hanging off one ear.

"You're certainly not hurting me with that kind of talk, " Giff says.

Giff's a GS-9 with pink glasses and an immense underchin that makes up a good third of the length of his face.

Or something like Giff: fish-pale, naked, bloody dent in his head, squinting, holding his glasses in one hand.

"As for me and my house, this little guy has no place here, " Giff had said. "Although Cyndi apparently feels otherwise. "

"No, a rat, " says Giff. "Finally she had to hire a Puerto Rican fellow to drill a hole in her wall. Maybe you should do that. "

He says if he planned on calling the police, would he have thrown Giff in back of the freaking van?

"No lie, " Giff says. "Smells like something crawled inside the wall and died. That happened to my aunt. "

"Let me tell you a like parable, " Giff says.

Giff and I cross the yard hand in hand, although like fifteen feet apart.

"I don't really go for that kind of talk, " says Giff.

Snow's blowing in over Giff, melting on his glasses, clumping up between his pants and bare leg.

Autumn Festival approaches, they discovered that the many Chinese friends giff-gaff the moon cake, to extend the holiday blessing mutually.

Below us now is Giff's house: snow on the roof, all the lights on, pond behind it, moon in the pond.

"Then better tell them, " Giff says. "Before it's too late. Because watch. "

"O. K. , tough guy , " Cyndi said to Giff, and stomped off, ringing the tree ornaments .

Giff leaves, not doubling back this time.

"It's going to happen now, " Giff says.

The bandage on Giff's underchin flips up, showing his shaving scar.

Giff blinks at this, turns to me.

"I disagree, " says Giff.

Thrown in there with Giff is a big rock, partly wrapped in bloody paper towels.

When I get to work, Elliot Giff from Safety's standing in the Outer Hall.

Poor Giff, I think. Poor Giff's wife, poor Giff's baby.

"Well, I do see it as the Devil, " Giff said.

"All's I can say is wow, " Giff says.

I can see Giff's wheels turning.

Competitive Edge of Giff-Gaff Insurance Company in Elementary Development Stage

improve the credit guarantee system for the SMEs and set up giff-gaff surety alliances;