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"
Look
,
I
said
,
"
I
think
I
’
ve
had
too
much
to
drink
.
Maybe
we
ought
to
get
out
of
here
.
"
"
I
’
ve
watched
you
pouring
it
down
.
"
"
Let
’
s
go
.
There
’
ll
be
other
parties
.
"
We
got
up
to
leave
.
Lydia
said
something
to
Harry
and
Diana
.
When
she
came
back
we
walked
toward
the
door
.
As
I
opened
it
the
boy
with
the
golden
ringlets
came
up
to
me
.
"
Hey
,
man
,
what
do
you
think
of
me
and
your
girl
?
"
"
You
’
re
O
.
K
.
"
When
we
got
outside
I
began
vomiting
,
all
the
beer
and
the
wine
came
up
.
It
poured
and
splattered
into
the
brush
-
across
the
sidewalk
-
a
gusher
in
the
moonlight
.
Finally
I
straightened
up
and
wiped
my
mouth
with
my
hand
.
"
That
guy
worried
you
,
didn
’
t
he
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
It
almost
seemed
like
a
fuck
,
maybe
better
.
"
