The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. “Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks. “Quite right,” she said. ‘Here we go again. I was afraid you wouldn't talk to me--you seem kind of shy--but I figured maybe I could still talk you into joining our study group, it goes all year. “Do YOU go across the Park?” “Not usually. But from the rest—you saved me.
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