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She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. I think it inadvisable—I don’t want an intimacy to spring up between you and a man of that type. The game lasted until 7:13. I can't spare you at present. "No matter. He’ll survive. And in reality even that magic garden-close resolves itself into a villa at Morningside Park and my father being more and more cross and overbearing at meals—and a general feeling of insecurity and futility. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture.
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