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"
Oh
Hank
,
surely
not
!
"
"
It
’
s
gone
.
It
was
sitting
there
.
"
I
pointed
.
"
Now
it
’
s
gone
.
"
"
Hank
,
what
will
we
do
?
"
"
We
’
ll
take
a
taxi
.
I
really
feel
bad
.
"
"
Why
do
people
do
that
?
"
"
They
have
to
.
It
’
s
their
way
out
.
"
We
went
into
a
coffee
shop
and
I
phoned
for
a
cab
.
We
ordered
coffee
and
doughnuts
.
While
we
had
been
watching
the
fights
they
had
pulled
the
coathanger
and
hotwire
trick
.
I
had
a
saying
,
"
Take
my
woman
,
but
leave
my
car
alone
.
"
I
would
never
kill
a
man
who
took
my
woman
;
I
might
kill
a
man
who
took
my
car
.
The
cab
came
.
At
my
place
,
luckily
,
there
was
beer
and
some
vodka
.
I
had
given
up
all
hope
of
staying
sober
enough
to
make
love
.
Katherine
knew
it
.
I
paced
up
and
down
talking
about
my
’
67
blue
Volks
.
The
last
good
model
I
couldn
’
t
even
call
the
police
.
I
was
too
drunk
.
I
’
d
have
to
wait
until
morning
,
until
noon
.
"
Hepburn
,
"
I
told
her
,
"
it
’
s
not
your
fault
,
you
didn
’
t
steal
it
!
"
