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She
looked
at
Tom
,
alarmed
now
,
but
he
insisted
with
magnanimous
scorn
.
"
Go
on
.
He
wo
n't
annoy
you
.
I
think
he
realizes
that
his
presumptuous
little
flirtation
is
over
.
"
They
were
gone
,
without
a
word
,
snapped
out
,
made
accidental
,
isolated
,
like
ghosts
,
even
from
our
pity
.
After
a
moment
Tom
got
up
and
began
wrapping
the
unopened
bottle
of
whiskey
in
the
towel
.
"
Want
any
of
this
stuff
?
Jordan
?
...
Nick
?
"
I
did
n't
answer
.
"
Nick
?
"
He
asked
again
.
"
What
?
"
"
Want
any
?
"
"
No
...
I
just
remembered
that
to-day
's
my
birthday
.
"
