Over here men drink because they are lonely; and when they drink too hard and too long, they wind up on the beach. “Won’t you give me your address?” She shook her head. He had conveyed it to her, not verbally, but by means of a letter, which seemed to her a singularly ignoble method of prohibition. I won't dig their graves with my nails.
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