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           Thetroublewas,Ijustdidn’twanttodoit.Ifeltmoredepressedthansexy,ifyouwanttoknowthetruth.Shewasdepressing.Hergreendresshangingintheclosetandall.Andbesides,Idon’tthinkIcouldeverdoitwithsomebodythatsitsinastupidmoviealldaylong.Ireallydon’tthinkIcould.

           Shecameovertome,withthisfunnylookonherface,likeasifshedidn’tbelieveme."What’samatter?"shesaid.

           "Nothing’sthematter."Boy,wasIgettingnervous."Thethingis,Ihadanoperationveryrecently."

           "Yeah?Where?"

           "Onmywuddayacallit—myclavichord."

           "Yeah?Wherethehell’sthat?"

           "Theclavichord?"Isaid."Well,actually,it’sinthespinalcanal.Imeanit’squiteawaysdowninthespinalcanal."

           "Yeah?"shesaid."That’stough."Thenshesatdownonmygoddamlap."You’recute."

           Shemademesonervous,Ijustkeptonlyingmyheadoff."I’mstillrecuperating,"Itoldher.

           "Youlooklikeaguyinthemovies.Youknow.Whosis.YouknowwhoImean.Whattheheck’shisname?"

           "Idon’tknow,"Isaid.Shewouldn’tgetoffmygoddamlap.