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I
sat
there
holding
the
telephone
to
my
ear
.
I
was
still
naked
.
I
looked
down
at
my
penis
:
you
dirty
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
!
Do
you
know
all
the
heartache
you
cause
with
your
dumb
hunger
?
I
sat
there
for
five
minutes
with
the
phone
to
my
ear
.
It
was
a
toll
call
.
At
least
it
would
be
charged
to
Debra
’
s
bill
.
"
I
’
m
back
,
"
said
Sara
.
"
Go
ahead
.
"
"
Well
,
I
told
the
belly
dancer
when
I
was
in
Vancouver
to
come
down
and
see
me
some
time
in
L
.
A
.
"
"
So
?
"
"
Well
,
I
told
you
I
already
promised
Debra
I
’
d
spend
Thanksgiving
with
her
.
.
.
"
"
You
promised
me
too
,
"
Sara
said
.
"
I
did
?
"
"
Well
,
you
were
drunk
.
You
said
that
like
any
other
American
you
didn
’
t
like
to
spend
holidays
alone
.
You
kissed
me
and
asked
that
we
might
spend
Thanksgiving
together
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
I
don
’
t
remember
.
.
.
"
