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           Iknowyou’resupposedtofeelprettysexywhensomebodygetsupandpullstheirdressovertheirhead,butIdidn’t.SexywasaboutthelastthingIwasfeeling.Ifeltmuchmoredepressedthansexy.

           "Yagotawatchonya,hey?"

           "No.No,Idon’t,"Isaid.Boy,wasIfeelingpeculiar."What’syourname?"Iaskedher.Allshehadonwasthispinkslip.Itwasreallyquiteembarrassing.Itreallywas.

           "Sunny,"shesaid."Let’sgo,hey."

           "Don’tyoufeelliketalkingforawhile?"Iaskedher.Itwasachildishthingtosay,butIwasfeelingsodamnpeculiar."Areyouinaverybighurry?"

           ShelookedatmelikeIwasamadman."Whattheheckyawannatalkabout?"shesaid.

           "Idon’tknow.Nothingspecial.Ijustthoughtperhapsyoumightcaretochatforawhile."

           Shesatdowninthechairnexttothedeskagain.Shedidn’tlikeit,though,youcouldtell.Shestartedjigglingherfootagain—boy,shewasanervousgirl.

           "Wouldyoucareforacigarettenow?"Isaid.Iforgotshedidn’tsmoke.

           "Idon’tsmoke.Listen,ifyou’regonnatalk,doit.Igotthingstodo."

           Icouldn’tthinkofanythingtotalkabout,though.Ithoughtofaskingherhowshegottobeaprostituteandall,butIwasscaredtoaskher.Sheprobablywouldn’t’vetoldmeanyway.