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"
I
want
that
champagne
.
Where
is
it
?
"
"
Let
him
furnish
his
own
.
"
Tammie
picked
up
a
pack
of
cigarettes
from
the
coffee
table
and
ran
out
the
door
.
I
got
out
the
champagne
,
uncorked
it
and
poured
myself
a
glass
.
I
was
no
longer
writing
love
poems
.
In
fact
,
I
wasn
’
t
writing
at
all
.
I
didn
’
t
feel
like
writing
.
The
champagne
went
down
easy
.
I
drank
glass
after
glass
.
Then
I
took
my
shoes
off
and
walked
down
to
Bobby
’
s
place
.
I
looked
through
the
blinds
.
They
were
sitting
very
close
together
on
the
couch
,
talking
.
I
walked
back
.
I
finished
the
last
of
the
champagne
and
started
in
on
the
beer
.
The
phone
rang
.
It
was
Bobby
.
"
Look
,
"
he
said
,
"
Why
don
’
t
you
come
down
and
have
a
beer
with
Tammie
and
me
?
"
I
hung
up
.
