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"
I
would
rather
you
called
me
Rainer
.
"
"
You
must
be
important
,
having
a
posh
car
and
your
own
chauffeur
.
"
"
I
'll
be
more
important
still
when
I
'm
chancellor
of
West
Germany
.
"
Justine
snorted
.
"
I
'm
surprised
you
're
not
already
.
"
"
Impudent
!
I
'm
too
young
.
"
"
Are
you
?
"
She
turned
sideways
to
look
at
him
more
closely
,
discovering
that
his
dark
skin
was
unlined
,
youthful
,
that
the
deeply
set
eyes
were
n't
embedded
in
the
fleshy
surrounds
of
age
.
"
I
'm
heavy
and
I
'm
grey
,
but
I
've
been
grey
since
I
was
sixteen
and
heavy
since
I
've
had
enough
to
eat
.
At
the
present
moment
I
'm
a
mere
thirty-one
.
"
"
I
'll
take
your
word
for
it
,
"
she
said
,
kicking
her
shoes
off
.
"
That
's
still
old
to
me
--
I
'm
sweet
twenty-one
.
"
"
You
're
a
monster
,
"
he
said
,
smiling
.
"
I
suppose
I
must
be
.
My
mother
says
the
same
thing
.
Only
I
'm
not
sure
what
either
of
you
means
by
monster
,
so
you
can
give
me
your
version
,
please
.
"
