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Through the static, he heard his own voice, terrified: "Get out of the house, Arthur! The gas—"

He sat on the wet grass, watching his life go up in smoke. He looked down at the machine. The brass was dull now, the needles dead. He had bought his life, but he had traded the only place her voice still lived to do it. barron's best buys

Arthur bolted for the door, the "Best Buy" clutched to his chest. He tumbled onto the lawn just as the windows of the kitchen blew outward in a bloom of orange fire. Through the static, he heard his own voice,