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"
You
don
’
t
know
how
much
it
means
to
him
to
have
you
out
here
.
He
used
to
read
your
letters
to
me
.
"
"
Dirty
,
huh
?
"
"
No
,
funny
.
You
made
us
laugh
.
"
"
Let
’
s
fuck
,
Cecelia
.
"
"
Hank
,
now
you
’
re
playing
your
game
.
"
"
You
’
re
a
plump
little
thing
.
Let
me
sink
it
in
.
"
"
You
’
re
drunk
,
Hank
.
"
"
You
’
re
right
.
Forget
it
.
"
That
night
I
gave
another
bad
reading
.
I
didn
’
t
care
.
They
didn
’
t
care
.
If
John
Cage
could
get
one
thousand
dollars
for
eating
an
apple
,
I
’
d
accept
$
500
plus
air
fare
for
being
a
lemon
.
It
was
the
same
afterwards
.
The
little
coeds
came
up
with
their
young
hot
bodies
and
their
pilot
-
light
eyes
and
asked
me
to
autograph
some
of
my
books
.
I
would
have
liked
to
fuck
about
five
of
them
in
one
night
sometime
and
get
them
out
of
my
system
forever
.
A
couple
of
professors
came
up
and
grinned
at
me
for
being
an
ass
.
It
made
them
feel
better
,
they
felt
now
as
if
they
had
a
chance
at
the
typewriter
.
I
took
the
check
and
got
out
.
There
was
to
be
a
small
,
select
gathering
at
Cecelia
’
s
house
afterwards
.
That
was
part
of
the
unwritten
contract
.
The
more
girls
the
better
,
but
at
Cecelia
’
s
house
I
stood
very
little
chance
.
I
knew
that
.
And
sure
enough
,
in
the
morning
I
awakened
in
my
bed
,
alone
.
Bill
was
sick
again
the
next
morning
.
He
had
another
1
:
00
class
and
before
he
went
off
he
said
,
"
Cecelia
will
drive
you
to
the
airport
.
I
’
m
going
now
.
No
heavy
goodbyes
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
Bill
put
on
his
backpack
and
walked
his
bike
out
the
door
.
I
was
back
in
L
.
A
.
about
a
week
and
a
half
.
It
was
night
.
The
phone
rang
.
It
was
Cecelia
,
she
was
sobbing
.
"
Hank
,
Bill
is
dead
.
You
’
re
the
first
one
I
’
ve
called
.
"
