He spoke in quick nervous sentences. . They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. I won't dig their graves with my nails. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. “You could tell me but you’d have to kill me?” He asked with a sardonic grin on his face.
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