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The key is in my trousers. It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron. For a long time to come that would naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. The delay was only momentary. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. Mike was draped over the laminate kitchen counter, on the phone as usual. The figure of the girl upon it in plain black dress, standing with her hands behind her, was an undeniable and astonishing likeness of herself. We are very poor, but manage to squeeze a little happiness out of each day. “I have made over seven hundred pounds in the last week,” he said. Given the proper incentive, who could say that he might not likewise go nobly to some fine end? She thrilled.
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