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"
Another
thing
I
liked
about
your
place
was
that
it
was
filthy
.
Beer
bottles
all
over
the
floor
.
Lots
of
trash
everywhere
.
Dirty
dishes
,
and
a
shit
-
ring
in
your
toilet
,
and
the
crud
in
your
bathtub
.
All
those
rusty
razorblades
laying
around
the
bathroom
sink
.
I
knew
that
you
would
eat
pussy
.
"
"
You
judge
a
man
according
to
his
surroundings
,
right
?
"
"
Right
.
When
I
see
a
man
with
a
tidy
place
I
know
there
’
s
something
wrong
with
him
.
And
if
it
’
s
too
tidy
,
he
’
s
a
fag
.
"
We
drove
up
and
got
out
.
The
apartment
was
upstairs
.
The
music
was
loud
.
I
rang
the
bell
.
Harry
Ascot
answered
the
door
.
He
had
a
gentle
and
generous
smile
.
"
Come
in
,
"
he
said
.
The
literary
crowd
was
in
there
drinking
wine
and
beer
,
talking
,
gathered
in
clusters
.
Lydia
was
excited
.
I
looked
around
and
sat
down
.
Dinner
was
about
to
be
served
.
Harry
was
a
good
fisherman
,
he
was
a
better
fisherman
than
he
was
a
writer
,
and
a
much
better
fisherman
than
he
was
an
editor
.
The
Ascots
lived
on
fish
while
waiting
for
Harry
’
s
talents
to
start
bringing
in
some
money
.
Diana
,
his
wife
,
came
out
with
the
plates
of
fish
and
passed
them
around
.
Lydia
sat
next
to
me
.
"
Now
,
"
she
said
,
"
this
is
how
you
eat
a
fish
.
I
’
m
a
country
girl
.
Watch
me
.
"
She
opened
that
fish
,
she
did
something
with
her
knife
to
the
backbone
.
The
fish
was
in
two
neat
pieces
.
"
Oh
,
I
really
liked
that
,
"
said
Diana
.
"
Where
did
you
say
you
were
from
?
"
