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“I have learned that. “Because I know for a fact that she was having sex with Gary Rothko during homecoming Freshman year and she let him pork her up the ass. “Second class,” said some one, but first and second were all alike to her. He did not know—and probably never would unless she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this latitude. . “I knew I should have died!” She went fast into a state of shock. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground. If there is any drinking, I'll do it. This one too she read. Any one less courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter him. Never mind. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. 1. But for him she might have been alive and happy.
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