Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. He and his friends (he had at least two per class, even in Trigonometry) would make their exits as quickly as possible. “I don’t know why. They walked two by two to the car, looking the part of 267 two weary spouses supporting their drunken mates after an all-night bender. I find it impossible to associate you with—my little friend of the ‘Ambassador’s.
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