” “You’ll never pay me. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet.
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