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When at last he'd taken his clothes off and stood up to lay them on a chair he looked like a skeleto tootle in the horns of im-ported mil ionaire shining towncars dol ars are silky in her hair soft in her dress sprout in the elaborately contrived rosepetals that you kiss be-come pungent and crunchy in the speakeasy dinner sting shril in the drinksmake loud the girlandmusic sh hat she had let O'Riely do drawings of her but that there'd been nothing else between them, and that his wife was a stupid ign He wrenched it back onto the concrete road again.
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