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        talking to Emma. Pink ation failures visible, blasted sumac, iris, pigue pants, green fatigue s.

        Looking very beautiful ther said.

        Oh am I, said Emma.

        You are a very her said.

        No no, said Emma, just ordinary. Just an ordinary housands.

        Not at all, not at all. Now I ime many a one.

        Yes, Emma said, I believe it.

        Some stunniies. Some extraordinary ladies. I    distinguis. You are sui generis one might say.

        , Emma said. Just anothe beach.

        No no no, said te remarkable. the bosom, for example.

        Yes, said Emma, t adequate.

        Adequate!    a s like in ty years.

        Yes, said Emma, t passable.

        I    to t of te of Gyrene if you ake off your s so I could see it better.

        No, said Emma, I do not t ent yourself ion of terior. t trick is Julies.

        I remember a bosom, t be a better bosom t be a iful, bosoms, all beautiful, eacs oalk of "better" and "; its apples and es, really.

        bosom is t t you remember?

        tter. I    buggering a black gang. A eam and grease. Some suggestion of coer. Some suggestion of abuse of rank. And so on and so on. Sing ticed t robes. I ransfixed, couldnt keep my eyes off ain line, bosom under robe, I t describe it. Makes one lig ts case on trictly on ts. Merits piled os. Afteroget as bad as Id been painted. I said, Oogetle, as I recall. Inparable. taug of la all. Claudia. Married a sky diver, as I recall. One of t of airplanes and drop for t ing for to open. Finally it didnt. A ednesday, as I recall. I gave ed by tion for excellence beyond t was Claudia.

        And t o it?

        Groy, still beating ion t table, I    appois, irospect.

        Fretfulness of Emma. Adjustment of s, etc. Pulling up of pants. Nervous play of fingers about t.

        I am old, said t is;    to s is under your s.

        ts not it, said Emma. then she ged her mind.

        t is it, she said.

        is ed. You are making me feel like the gress of Vienna!

        Nonsense, said Emma, taking    as good as you ever were.

        to bed s in your ear. Pos.

        Yes, Emma said, secrets, ts t part, ts. t part in my opinion is buying ture. Pig out toainless steel. tted plant. ter for t object. the    opener.

        Emma begins la (serious).

        the der.

        her.

        I    tears. Salad after salad. I am h salads.

        Dont cry, please.

        I am so good h salads, she said.

        I am sure you are.

        Only virgin imported fresalian olive oil. Sliced musitutionalized tomatoes, from a little place I kno. Coke, or sno, sprinkled on top along , pepper, parsley, prepared mustard --

        e to bed, dear salad-o bed h me.

        No I , said Emma. Pardon me for saying it but you are, you are, you are too old.

        t of the road.

        Dont do t, dear friend, said Emma, plug at    doesnt help.
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