" "Hush!" replied Mrs. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” He said. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. I struck him across the face, twisted the steering wheel of the motor, sprang out myself, and left him for dead on the road with the motor on top of him. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. Our heads swim with the thought of being together.
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