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On
the
night
table
beside
the
ash
tray
overflowing
with
crushed
butts
stood
the
empty
bottle
,
but
the
last
thing
I
remembered
before
the
curtain
came
down
was
watching
myself
take
the
second
drink
.
She
stretched
and
rolled
toward
me
—
nude
.
I
moved
back
and
fell
out
of
bed
.
I
grabbed
a
blanket
to
wrap
around
myself
.
"
Hi
,
"
she
yawned
.
"
You
know
what
I
want
to
do
one
of
these
days
?
"
"
What
?
"
"
Paint
you
in
the
nude
.
Like
Michelangelo
’
s
’
David
.
’
You
’
d
be
beautiful
.
You
okay
?
"
I
nodded
.
"
Except
for
a
headache
.
Did
I
—
uh
—
drink
too
much
last
night
?
"
She
laughed
and
propped
herself
up
on
one
elbow
.
"
You
were
loaded
.
And
boy
did
you
act
queer
—
I
don
’
t
mean
fairyish
or
anything
like
that
but
strange
.
"
"
What
"
—
I
said
,
struggling
to
work
the
blanket
around
so
that
I
could
walk
—
"
is
that
supposed
to
mean
?
What
did
I
do
?
"
"
I
’
ve
seen
guys
get
happy
,
or
sad
,
or
sleepy
,
or
sexy
,
but
I
never
saw
anyone
act
the
way
you
did
.
It
’
s
a
good
thing
you
don
’
t
drink
often
.
Oh
,
my
God
,
I
only
wish
I
had
a
camera
.
What
a
short
subject
you
’
d
have
made
.
"
"
Well
,
for
Christ
’
s
sake
,
what
’
d
I
do
?
"
