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I
sat
down
again
and
tried
to
keep
the
old
conversation
going
.
She
was
a
lousy
conversationalist
.
"
Do
you
work
every
night
?
"
I
asked
her
--
it
sounded
sort
of
awful
,
after
I
'd
said
it
.
"
Yeah
.
"
She
was
walking
all
around
the
room
.
She
picked
up
the
menu
off
the
desk
and
read
it
.
"
What
do
you
do
during
the
day
?
"
She
sort
of
shrugged
her
shoulders
.
She
was
pretty
skinny
.
"
Sleep
.
Go
to
the
show
.
"
She
put
down
the
menu
and
looked
at
me
.
"
Let
's
go
,
hey
.
I
have
n't
got
all
--
"
"
Look
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
do
n't
feel
very
much
like
myself
tonight
.
I
've
had
a
rough
night
.
Honest
to
God
.
I
'll
pay
you
and
all
,
but
do
you
mind
very
much
if
we
do
n't
do
it
?
Do
you
mind
very
much
?
"
The
trouble
was
,
I
just
did
n't
want
to
do
it
.
I
felt
more
depressed
than
sexy
,
if
you
want
to
know
the
truth
.
She
was
depressing
.
Her
green
dress
hanging
in
the
closet
and
all
.
And
besides
,
I
do
n't
think
I
could
ever
do
it
with
somebody
that
sits
in
a
stupid
movie
all
day
long
.
I
really
do
n't
think
I
could
.
She
came
over
to
me
,
with
this
funny
look
on
her
face
,
like
as
if
she
did
n't
believe
me
.
"
What
's
a
matter
?
"
she
said
.
"
Nothing
's
the
matter
.
"
Boy
,
was
I
getting
nervous
.
"
The
thing
is
,
I
had
an
operation
very
recently
.
"
"
Yeah
?
Where
?
"
"
On
my
wuddayacallit
--
my
clavichord
.
"
