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You can’t go. Quite soon, after we were married—it was just within a year—I formed a friendship with the wife of a friend, a woman eight years older than myself. You don’t want to look like Bozo. I am quite indiscriminate, I assure you. She had worn a long skirt that morning, and a roomier sweater that was slightly easier to handle than Shari’s low cut numbers. She breathed deeply of the starch of his shirt. She spotted her opportunity. The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers.
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