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"
Several
times
.
"
She
stubbed
the
cigarette
out
and
sat
back
.
"
Do
you
know
why
I
cried
just
now
?
Because
I
’
m
going
to
marry
him
.
As
soon
as
he
comes
back
,
I
’
m
going
to
marry
him
.
Because
he
’
s
all
I
deserve
.
"
She
sat
leaning
back
against
the
wall
.
The
too
large
shirt
,
a
small
female
boy
with
a
swollen
,
hurt
face
,
staring
at
me
,
staring
at
the
bedcover
,
in
our
silence
.
"
I
’
m
a
nympho
.
"
"
It
’
s
just
a
phase
.
You
’
re
unhappy
.
"
"
I
’
m
unhappy
when
I
stop
and
think
.
When
I
wake
up
and
see
what
I
am
.
"
"
Thousands
of
girls
do
it
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
thousands
of
girls
.
I
’
m
me
.
"
She
slipped
the
shirt
over
her
head
,
then
retreated
under
the
bedclothes
.
"
What
’
s
your
real
name
?
Your
surname
?
"
"
Urfe
.
U
,
R
,
F
,
E
.
"
"
Mine
’
s
Kelly
.
Was
your
dad
really
a
brigadier
?
"
