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bk3-Arriving at Ambroses motel

Dust and gravel crunched under the rubber ballon tires and creaking struts, axle's clanging the Faulknerian automobile lurched to a half and from what Ambrose could tell had no designs of further movement now or forever more. But he did dutifully as always arise from the saggin posture that Munsen found so distasteful and not so much walk as amble acorss the heat shimmering driveway to the gas pumbp where the decrepid vehicle and its occupants sat patiently sweating.