‘Well?’ he uttered between heavy breaths. She took up a book and threw it down again. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. From long experience with both races he had acquired definitions, but none snugly applied to this girl. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. She put her clothes back on, 118 lipstick smeared all over her face. Two hours had come and gone during this tantalizing occupation. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew. By that time it seemed to them they had lived together twenty years.
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