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"
All
right
then
.
"
"
But
I
need
some
butter
.
I
’
ll
have
to
go
out
and
get
some
.
Also
I
’
m
going
to
need
cucumbers
and
tomatoes
for
the
store
tomorrow
.
"
"
I
’
ll
get
them
.
It
’
s
your
birthday
.
"
"
Are
you
sure
you
don
’
t
want
to
try
some
bee
secretion
?
"
"
No
,
thanks
,
it
’
s
all
right
.
"
"
You
can
’
t
imagine
how
many
bees
it
took
to
fill
this
jar
.
"
"
Happy
birthday
.
I
’
ll
get
the
butter
and
things
.
"
I
had
another
wine
,
got
in
the
Volks
and
drove
to
a
small
grocery
.
I
found
the
butter
,
but
the
tomatoes
and
cucumbers
looked
old
and
shriveled
.
I
paid
for
the
butter
and
drove
about
looking
for
a
larger
market
I
found
one
,
got
some
tomatoes
and
cucumbers
then
drove
back
.
As
I
walked
up
the
driveway
to
her
place
I
heard
it
.
She
had
the
stereo
on
full
volume
again
.
As
I
walked
closer
and
closer
I
began
to
sicken
;
my
nerves
were
stretched
to
the
breaking
point
,
then
snapped
.
I
walked
into
the
house
with
just
the
bag
of
butter
in
my
hand
;
I
had
left
the
tomatoes
and
cucumbers
in
the
car
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
she
was
playing
;
it
was
so
loud
that
I
couldn
’
t
distinguish
one
sound
from
another
.
Sara
walked
out
of
the
kitchen
.
"
GOD
DAMN
YOU
!
"
I
screamed
.
