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"
Oh
,
way
down
South
in
the
land
of
cotton
Hotels
bum
and
business
rotten
Look
away
—
"
"
It
’
s
Americans
.
"
Nicole
flung
her
arms
wide
on
the
bed
and
stared
at
the
ceiling
;
the
powder
had
dampened
on
her
to
make
a
milky
surface
.
She
liked
the
bareness
of
the
room
,
the
sound
of
the
single
fly
navigating
overhead
.
Tommy
brought
the
chair
over
to
the
bed
and
swept
the
clothes
off
it
to
sit
down
;
she
liked
the
economy
of
the
weightless
dress
and
espadrilles
that
mingled
with
his
ducks
upon
the
floor
.
He
inspected
the
oblong
white
torso
joined
abruptly
to
the
brown
limbs
and
head
,
and
said
,
laughing
gravely
:
"
You
are
all
new
like
a
baby
.
"
"
With
white
eyes
.
"
"
I
’
ll
take
care
of
that
.
"
"
It
’
s
very
hard
taking
care
of
white
eyes
—
especially
the
ones
made
in
Chicago
.
"
