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At 10:40 A. M., Patrolman John Morrissey of Traffic C, directing traffic at Thirty-fourth Street and Fifth Avenue, noticed a swirling white scarf floating down from the upper floors of the Empire State. A moment later he heard a crash that sounded like an explosion. He saw a crowd converge in Thirty-third Street.

Two hundred feet west of Fifth Avenue, Miss McHale’s body landed atop the car. The impact stove in the metal roof and shattered the car’s windows. The driver was in a near-by drug store, thereby escaping death or serious injury.

On the observation deck, Detective Frank Murray of the West Thirtieth Street station, found Miss McHale’s gray cloth coat, her pocketbook with several dollars and the note, and a make-up kit filled with family pictures.

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Do you believe in God? That's the wrong question.
Does God believe in us? I once had a friend called Grunwalski.
We were sent to Siberia together. When you go to a Siberian work camp, you travel in a cattle car.
You roll across icy steppes for days, without seeing a soul. You huddle to keep warm.
But it's hard to relieve yourself, to take a shit, you can't do it on the train,
and the only time the train stops is to take on water for the locomotive.
But Grunwalski was shy, even when we bathed together, he got upset.
I used to kid him about it. So, the train stops and everyone jumps out to shit on the tracks.
I teased Grunwalski so much, that he went off on his own.
The train starts moving, so everyone jumps on, but it waits for nobody.
Grunwalski had a problem:
he'd gone behind a bush, and was still shitting.
So I see him come out from behind the bush, holding up his pants with his hands.
He tries to catch up.
I hold out my hand, but each time he reaches for it he lets go of his pants and they drop to his ankles.
He pulls them up, starts running again, but they fall back down, when he reaches for me.

Then what happened?

Nothing. Grunwalksi... froze to death. Good day.

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