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I
tried
one
.
A
beedie
is
a
small
brown
cigarette
from
India
.
It
had
a
good
tart
taste
.
I
turned
to
Sara
and
we
had
our
first
kiss
.
She
kissed
well
.
The
evening
was
looking
up
.
The
screen
door
swung
open
and
a
young
man
walked
into
the
room
.
"
Barry
,
"
said
Sara
,
"
I
’
m
not
having
any
more
visitors
.
"
The
screen
door
banged
and
Barry
was
gone
.
I
foresaw
future
problems
:
as
a
recluse
I
couldn
’
t
bear
traffic
.
It
had
nothing
to
do
with
jealousy
,
I
simply
disliked
people
,
crowds
,
anywhere
,
except
at
my
readings
.
People
diminished
me
,
they
sucked
me
dry
.
"
Humanity
,
you
never
had
it
from
the
beginning
.
"
That
was
my
motto
.
Sara
and
I
kissed
again
.
We
both
had
drunk
too
much
.
Sara
opened
another
bottle
.
She
held
her
wine
well
.
I
have
no
idea
what
we
talked
about
.
The
best
thing
about
Sara
was
that
she
made
very
few
references
to
my
writing
.
When
the
last
bottle
was
empty
I
told
Sara
that
I
was
too
drunk
to
drive
home
.
"
Oh
,
you
can
sleep
in
my
bed
,
but
no
sex
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
One
doesn
’
t
have
sex
without
marriage
.
"
