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I
said
,
I
haven
’
t
come
here
for
that
.
At
all
.
It
seemed
so
unlike
him
.
So
crude
.
I
think
now
,
I
know
now
,
he
was
being
kind
.
Deliberately
obvious
and
crude
.
Just
as
he
sometimes
lets
me
beat
him
at
chess
.
He
went
to
make
Turkish
coffee
and
he
said
through
the
door
,
you
’
re
misleading
.
I
went
and
stood
in
the
kitchen
door
,
while
he
watched
the
vriki
.
He
looked
back
at
me
.
I
could
swear
you
want
it
sometimes
.
How
old
are
you
?
I
said
.
I
could
be
your
father
.
Is
that
what
you
mean
?
I
hate
promiscuity
,
I
said
.
I
didn
’
t
mean
that
.
He
had
his
back
turned
to
me
.
I
felt
angry
with
him
,
he
seemed
so
irresponsible
.
I
said
,
anyhow
,
you
don
’
t
attract
me
that
way
in
the
least
.
He
said
,
with
his
back
still
turned
,
what
do
you
mean
by
promiscuity
?
I
said
,
going
to
bed
for
pleasure
.
Sex
and
nothing
else
.
Without
love
.
