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Claptrap DOD: The Dead we Know
|dc.description.abstract||After Preston's second rendition of the song, Nately swept into the one-bedroom . apartment and brained him with the wooden plank he kept behind his bed. Preston dropped, adding his deadweight to the groaning floorboards. His legs flopped for a minute before stilling. The microphone thumped onto the rotting floor and rolled off into a comer, herding fleeing cockroaches toward the plaster wall.|
|dc.publisher||University of Hawaii at Manoa|
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|dc.title||Claptrap DOD: The Dead we Know|
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