He closed his eyes again, waited. She's eighteen yearsold. From the truth, the ugliness. 'It's not funny.
'The battle isn't over yet. How are you?''Oh, not too bad. Then she couldn'thave got hold of him even if she'd wanted to . ''It's just that I - well, I like to be - close afterwards.
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