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Mr. King had a face that a writer called for the radio. It was thin and bony, with a protruding nose, receding hair, thin lips, and bulging eyes behind oversized black-rimmed glasses. He was wafer-thin, a strict dieter since a heart attack in 1987 and five-fold bypass surgery. In his typical shirt sleeves and suspenders, he sat down on a chair at his elbows and peered over a desk at his guests. There was a hint of disrespect and humor in his voice, a scratchy growl, but his questions were usually short and friendly.
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