You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back. Her head rose. Norris. The night before they made McClintock's Ruth and Spurlock leaned over the rail, their shoulders touching. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being.
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