He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. Oh, God!” Rhea sniffed the air through two gaping nostrils that had eroded through her onion skin flesh. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. Voilà tout. “They all catch on,” she said.
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