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Ellen
wanted
to
go
into
New
York
,
stay
at
a
hotel
,
and
spend
two
days
in
Times
Square
.
Allen
didn
’
t
want
to
go
at
all
,
any
place
.
That
’
s
one
of
his
ways
of
getting
attention
and
proving
that
he
exists
.
The
house
boiled
with
emotion
—
Ellen
in
slow
,
dripping
,
juicy
tears
,
Mary
tired
and
flushed
with
frustration
,
Allen
sitting
sullen
and
withdrawn
with
his
little
radio
blasting
in
his
ear
,
a
thumping
whining
song
of
love
and
loss
in
a
voice
of
sub
-
hysteria
.
"
You
promised
to
be
true
,
and
then
you
took
and
threw
,
my
lovin
’
lonely
heart
right
on
the
floor
.
"
"
I
’
m
about
ready
to
give
up
,
"
Mary
said
.
"
They
’
re
just
trying
to
help
.
"
"
They
seem
to
go
out
of
their
way
to
be
difficult
.
"
"
I
never
get
to
do
anything
.
"
Ellen
sniffled
.
In
the
living
room
Allen
turned
up
the
volume
.
"
.
.
.
my
lovin
’
lonely
heart
right
on
the
floor
.
"
"
Couldn
’
t
we
lock
them
in
the
cellar
and
go
off
by
ourselves
,
carotene
,
dear
.
"
"
You
know
,
at
this
point
I
wish
we
could
.
"
She
had
to
raise
her
voice
to
be
heard
over
the
pounding
roar
of
the
lovin
’
lonely
heart
.
Without
warning
a
rage
came
up
in
me
.
I
turned
and
strode
toward
the
living
room
to
tear
my
son
to
shreds
and
throw
his
lonely
lovin
’
corpse
on
the
floor
and
trample
it
.
As
I
went
loping
through
the
door
the
music
stopped
.
"
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interrupt
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