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"
Want
some
water
?
"
she
asked
brightly
.
(
No
I
just
want
you
to
GET
THE
FUCK
OUT
OF
HERE
!
)
.
"
I
’
ll
get
some
at
the
drinking
fountain
when
I
go
up
.
Thanks
.
"
"
Okay
.
"
She
started
up
the
stairs
,
good
legs
moving
gracefully
under
a
short
tan
wool
skirt
.
"
We
’
ll
be
in
the
park
.
"
"
Right
.
"
He
slipped
the
tin
of
Anacin
absently
into
his
pocket
,
went
back
to
the
reader
,
and
turned
it
off
.
When
he
was
sure
she
was
gone
,
he
went
upstairs
himself
.
God
,
but
it
was
a
lousy
headache
.
If
you
were
going
to
have
a
visegripper
like
this
one
,
you
ought
to
at
least
be
allowed
the
pleasure
of
a
few
drinks
to
balance
it
off
.
He
tried
to
put
the
thought
from
his
mind
,
more
ill
tempered
than
ever
.
He
went
to
the
main
desk
,
fingering
a
matchbook
cover
with
a
telephone
number
on
it
.
"
Ma
’
am
,
do
you
have
a
pay
telephone
?
"
"
No
,
sir
,
but
you
can
use
mine
if
it
’
s
local
.
"
"
It
’
s
long
-
distance
,
sorry
.
"
"
Well
then
,
I
guess
the
drugstore
would
be
your
best
bet
.
They
have
a
booth
.
"
