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           "Jesus,now,trynottostretchitallovertheplace"Isaid.I’donlywornitabouttwice. 

           "Iwon’t.Wherethehell’smycigarettes?" 

           "Onthedesk."Heneverknewwhereheleftanything."Underyourmuffler."Heputtheminhiscoatpocket—mycoatpocket. 

           Ipulledthepeakofmyhuntinghataroundtothefrontallofasudden,forachange.Iwasgettingsortofnervous,allofasudden.I’mquiteanervousguy. "Listen,whereyagoingonyourdatewithher?"Iaskedhim."Yaknowyet?" 

           "Idon’tknow.NewYork,ifwehavetime.Sheonlysignedoutfornine-thirty,forChrissake." 

           Ididn’tlikethewayhesaidit,soIsaid, "Thereasonshedidthat,sheprobablyjustdidn’tknowwhatahandsome,charmingbastardyouare.Ifshe’dknown,sheprobablywould’vesignedoutfornine-thirtyinthemorning." 

           "Goddamright,"Stradlatersaid.Youcouldn’trilehimtooeasily.Hewastooconceited."Nokidding,now.Dothatcompositionforme,"hesaid. Hehadhiscoaton,andhewasallreadytogo."Don’tknockyourselfoutoranything,butjustmakeitdescriptiveashell.Okay?" 

           Ididn’tanswerhim.Ididn’tfeellikeit.AllIsaidwas, "Askherifshestillkeepsallherkingsinthebackrow." 

           "Okay,"Stradlatersaid,butIknewhewouldn’t."Takeiteasy,now."Hebangedthehelloutoftheroom.