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Nicole
continued
talking
She
told
me
quite
a
few
interesting
stories
,
some
of
which
I
decided
to
use
myself
,
either
as
stories
or
poems
.
I
watched
her
breasts
as
she
bent
forward
and
poured
drinks
.
It
’
s
like
a
movie
,
I
thought
,
like
a
fucking
movie
.
It
seemed
funny
to
me
.
It
felt
as
if
we
were
on
camera
.
I
liked
it
.
It
was
better
than
the
racetrack
,
it
was
better
than
the
boxing
matches
.
We
kept
drinking
.
Nicole
opened
a
new
bottle
.
She
talked
on
.
It
was
easy
to
listen
to
her
.
There
was
wisdom
and
some
laughter
in
each
of
her
rales
.
Nicole
was
impressing
me
more
than
she
knew
.
That
worried
me
,
somewhat
.
We
walked
out
on
the
veranda
with
our
drinks
and
watched
the
afternoon
traffic
.
She
was
talking
about
Huxley
and
Lawrence
in
Italy
.
What
shit
.
I
told
her
that
Knut
Hamsun
had
been
the
world
’
s
greatest
writer
.
She
looked
at
me
,
astonished
that
I
’
d
heard
of
him
,
then
agreed
.
We
kissed
on
the
veranda
,
and
I
could
smell
the
exhaust
from
the
cars
in
the
street
below
.
Her
body
felt
good
against
mine
.
I
knew
we
weren
’
t
going
to
fuck
right
away
,
but
I
also
knew
that
I
would
be
coming
back
.
Nicole
knew
it
too
.
Lydia
’
s
sister
Angela
came
to
town
from
Utah
to
see
Lydia
’
s
new
house
.
Lydia
had
made
a
down
payment
on
a
little
place
and
the
monthly
payments
were
very
low
.
It
was
a
very
good
buy
.
The
man
who
sold
the
house
believed
he
was
going
to
die
and
he
had
sold
it
much
too
cheap
.
There
was
an
upstairs
bedroom
for
the
children
,
and
an
extremely
large
backyard
filled
with
trees
and
clumps
of
bamboo
.
Angela
was
the
oldest
of
the
sisters
,
the
most
sensible
,
with
the
best
body
,
and
was
the
most
realistic
.
She
sold
real
estate
.
But
there
was
the
problem
of
where
to
put
Angela
.
We
didn
’
t
have
room
.
Lydia
suggested
Marvin
.
"
Marvin
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Yes
,
Marvin
,
"
said
Lydia
.
"
All
right
,
let
’
s
go
,
"
I
said
.
We
all
climbed
into
Lydia
’
s
orange
Thing
.
The
Thing
.
That
’
s
what
we
called
her
car
.
It
looked
like
a
tank
,
very
old
and
ugly
.
It
was
late
evening
.
We
had
already
phoned
Marvin
.
He
had
said
he
’
d
be
home
all
evening
.
We
drove
down
to
the
beach
and
there
was
his
little
house
by
the
shore
.
"
Oh
,
"
said
Angela
,
"
what
a
nice
house
.
"
