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"
Me
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
says
.
"
If
you
want
to
have
me
.
"
"
I
shoulda
just
got
you
to
suck
me
off
in
the
car
.
"
"
Perhaps
,
"
she
says
.
"
Don
’
t
you
want
me
?
"
Her
hand
runs
up
her
body
from
thigh
to
breast
,
a
gesture
of
presentation
,
as
if
she
were
demonstrating
a
new
product
.
Red
silk
scarves
over
the
lamp
in
the
corner
of
the
room
make
the
light
red
.
The
man
looks
at
her
hungrily
,
then
he
takes
the
candle
from
her
and
pushes
it
into
the
candleholder
.
"
You
got
a
light
?
"
She
passes
him
a
book
of
matches
.
He
tears
off
a
match
,
lights
the
wick
:
it
flickers
and
then
burns
with
a
steady
flame
,
which
gives
the
illusion
of
motion
to
the
faceless
statue
beside
it
,
all
h
*
ps
and
br
*
*
sts
.
"
Put
the
money
beneath
the
statue
.
"
"
Fifty
bucks
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
says
.
"
Now
,
come
love
me
.
"
