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She nods. I hold the coffee in my mouth. She excuses herself and goes
out. I light a cigarette and smoke down a quarter inch of it so that when
she has brought in the wine and the toasted sandwiches on a blue plate
(arranged on the plate like spokes) there is still a new line of sour
smoke drifting up in my corner. "And, are you out to conquer my
daughter?" she says.
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