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It was the morning after my encounter with the randy suitors.We were in the kitchen at her house, wrethed in greeny-yellow steam and the aroma of rice cooking in the pan.
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| "I was so busy trying to think of some excuse for discontinuing my daily visits that I didn'y pay attention to what she was saying" | |
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| "I've got a problem,"she repeated. | |
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| "What,with the cripple and his gang?" | |
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| "What are you goin on about?" | |
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| "It's not that either,"she said morosely....I feel guilty,but it's too late now." | |
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