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A. ‘Bête,’ she flung at him. I can’t just go up to Josh and ask him out, even though I fantasize about doing just that all the time. In his way he was critical. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Lost me place, that’s all. But he was always forcing her to say and do such unexpectedly conclusive things.
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