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"
Can
I
have
this
?
"
Ramona
said
,
taking
a
burned
match
out
of
the
ashtray
.
"
May
I
have
this
.
Yes
.
Stay
out
of
the
street
,
please
.
"
"
Goodbye
,
Ramona
!
"
Mary
Jane
said
musically
.
"
Bye
,
"
said
Ramona
.
"
C
’
mon
,
Jimmy
.
"
Eloise
lunged
suddenly
to
her
feet
.
"
Gimme
your
glass
,
"
she
said
.
"
No
,
really
,
El
.
I
’
m
supposed
to
be
in
Larchmont
.
I
mean
Mr
.
Weyinburg
’
s
so
sweet
,
I
hate
to
—
"
"
Call
up
and
say
you
were
killed
.
Let
go
of
that
damn
glass
.
"
"
No
,
honestly
,
El
.
I
mean
it
’
s
getting
so
terribly
icy
.
I
have
hardly
any
anti
-
freeze
in
the
car
.
I
mean
if
I
don
’
t
—
"
"
Let
it
freeze
.
Go
phone
.
Say
you
’
re
dead
,
"
said
Eloise
.
"
Gimme
that
.
"
