Jean-Claude gazed out at the audience with fresh crimson lipstick smeared across his entire lower jaw. Richard looked down at the floor, then back up. What are you talking about? Why should Jean-Claude care about how I clean up? The phone rang. It meant I would do it, even if I hated it.
What did you gain from us? He seemed to think about that. What are you talking about? Their son and his date were the first, but not the last. Was I supposed to hug him? If it had been a girlfriend, I probably would have. There was only a sense of burrowing down, down deep inside him, of finding that metaphysical hiding place where the b
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