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           "Oh—JaneGallagher.She’sallright.I’mprobablygonnagiveherabuzztomorrow."

           Wewerealldonemakingupthecouchthen."It’sallyours,"Mr.Antolinisaid."Idon’tknowwhatthehellyou’regoingtodowiththoselegsofyours."

           "That’sallright.I’musedtoshortbeds,"Isaid."Thanksalot,sir.YouandMrs.Antolinireallysavedmylifetonight."

           "Youknowwherethebathroomis.Ifthere’sanythingyouwant,justholler.I’llbeinthekitchenforawhile—willthelightbotheryou?"

           "No—heck,no.Thanksalot."

           "Allright.Goodnight,handsome."

           "G’night,sir.Thanksalot."

           HewentoutinthekitchenandIwentinthebathroomandgotundressedandall.Icouldn’tbrushmyteethbecauseIdidn’thaveanytoothbrushwithme.Ididn’thaveanypajamaseitherandMr.Antoliniforgottolendmesome.SoIjustwentbackinthelivingroomandturnedoffthislittlelampnexttothecouch,andthenIgotinbedwithjustmyshortson.Itwaswaytooshortforme,thecouch,butIreallycould’vesleptstandingupwithoutbattinganeyelash.IlaidawakeforjustacoupleofsecondsthinkingaboutallthatstuffMr.Antolini’dtoldme.Aboutfindingoutthesizeofyourmindandall.Hewasreallyaprettysmartguy.ButIcouldn’tkeepmygoddameyesopen,andIfellasleep.

           Thensomethinghappened.Idon’tevenliketotalkaboutit.