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He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. You had better go to bed. "The ceiling is breaking! the floor is opening! he is coming to me!" cried the unhappy woman. Men are against her. A silence ensued.
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