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the pigeons. Why don't you go to the house over there? Is it about the newspaper? Did we make ... must ask you questions-I must find out your name, your age, your occupa­ tion-everything about ... you." "Not me! Not just me!" Leroy said. "What about them in there?­ ...
said, his mouth full. "I'm afraid I don't understand, about ... to tell you the facts of life-about how worms come out of dead mice, and other things-but you hid your ... about your life." He was chewing noisily. The images in his dark glasses bobbed and were ...
mother to forgive me! It was terrible, shameful-" "Nobody cares about your cheap little ... heart, but-" "Shut up about yourself! Always yourself!" Estella cried. ... certain remarks she made in her last coma-" "Who cares about you?" Mary said. ...
to her," Estella said. "She still wets her bed, what do you think about that?" ... I don't like to talk about myself, but-" "Oh, for God's sake!" said ... out; then he was forced to stop. He went about lighting candles, soothing us, telling us we would ...
Bear," said Aunt Lorraine. "Hillary is always talking about you. Whoops," and she ... interested in hearing something about it. I used to write myself in college, nothing very good I suppose ... "Absolutely," said Aunt Lorraine, nodding fast. "Who cares about some tired old man's ...
Then she heard they were talking about marriage. She wasn't sure what Peaches had just said about ... with you more. My own marriage is a good case in point. We're concerned about Fred's ...
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I'm talking about." "Are you talking about a sort of-union, Mr. Brown?" ... was to organize the other garages," Irving Brown said, wheeling about, his eyes popping with possibility. ...
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telling us about the kid a month now." He thrust his hand into mine. His fingers were stubby ... of the table to check his setup. "Mister Eloquence over there is Jason. Forget about him. ... his glass of beer. He was tall and slender, about my size but minus the build, with long, straggly ...
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about the world? That at least was the excuse I could give Livy about rosewood or porcelain, about ...
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a real prostitute as far as he knew. And there was something decadent about her, he thought, something ... fin de siecle. Zola might have written about her, or Maupassant. He could imagine her in a Beardsley ... didn't sit down. "What is it about Sarah that makes men like her?" he asked Jessie. ...

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