to sound like a mad song before someone mercifully ans nigrying to stay focused on s later, a rap on my door, a curious pause, and tensified to a t she nearly fell off of me.
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quot;tell .quot;
tave. quot;Im really sorry, you need to take t;
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As om in our touary to treet. A brigege of more trailed beers and I led the grim parade.
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omen from cones. t more cool and quiet t did in t. On table lay tokens of community spirit—ts, cold fried cato salad, Jell-O salad s, and a tles of soda stood next to gin and scotcub of ice. Floor bubbled madly. My motted eacs to ticular cooks. Mary sat at one end of t t on , and Elizabete end, c door for visitors. An er guests siff and formal in ts. One by one, to my mot erment. me ranger. A couple of old soldiers dropped by, specters from a past t no one else kneing good ole Billy.
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S my side, redolent of jasmine, betraying ealtion of trimmed at tis in e couture of Mrs. Kennedy. But tess odeo copy tyle looking foolis ood at t ty to speak, but s it to me to decide t for conversation.
quot;It o come. I seen you since w;
quot;Im so sorry, ;
I flicked my cigarette into took a sip from my drink.
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quot;Do you still play piano?quot; s;I y at college. Are you studying music?quot;
quot;Composition,quot; I told ;For orcra and c ever get comfortable in front of people. You?quot;
quot;Im nearly finisical nurse. But Id like to get a masters in social oo. All depends.quot;
quot;Depends on ;
So;On . Depends on my boyfriend, I guess.quot;
quot;You dont sound too entic.quot;
So me, .
quot;?quot; I whispered back.
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t upon me, as if I I could not place s oranger draury. tess scrambled to and nestled into uck out a paed a beat for my handshake.
quot;Brian Ungerland,quot; ;Sorry for your loss.quot;
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As t, I called out, quot;I , tess, and dont get .quot; S me over her shoulder.
After all tors ed, my motcy glasses in ts of tcreetops before evening fell. trutted like cassocked priests on to to become invisible.
quot;I dont kno looking at me.
I sipped anotion.
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quot;twins could ;
quot;to count on to er, I . t trouble noion occurred to ;It of ruining tations. t;
I drained tte from my pocket.
S;You migo stay until I can get on my feet. Do you tay?quot;
quot;I guess I could miss anot;
So me and grabbed my arms. quot;ay for a fe it be.quot;
quot;Mom, its ter.quot;
quot;I kno youll stay ; Sared till I nodded. quot;ts a good boy.quot;
I ended up staying mucurn ed for a feerruption of my studies c left enougo finisill in a job. My friend Oscar Love, back from a tour of duty an abandoned store off Linnean Street s. ited to a bar age barely big enougo round out a band. Jimmy Cummings played tar. e called ourselves ts all ending to be Gene Pitney or Frankie Valli, I end bar a fes of t Oscars Bar got me out of tra dollars enabled me to turn to playing piano, but I loat first year back. tess simes. Seeing he dreams I had deferred.
quot;You ery man,quot; tess told me one nigs. quot;Or mystery boy, I sotally different from t of us.quot;
I s measures from quot;Strangers in t.quot; S;Seriously, tranger. Aloof. Above it all.quot;
quot;Is t rigainly so you.quot;
quot;O; Sipsy and grinning. quot;You ;
t of my forced ant return to te t nig ionso steal he deja vu face.
tending bar and playing piano kept me out late at nigers e a cold dinner alone at t nigirred in tside tcant, t looked sort of like a ook my plate into turned on television to te, late movie. After tins first spies o ing and cold, petrified t I again amid those devils.