“I’m not going to kill you, John. Manning leaned forward on the table, talking discursively on the probable brilliance of their married life. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella.
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