Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. “It spreads like wildfire. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. But if he starts a long jog, his name is Dennis.
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