I wanted John to be proud to be seen with me. The touch of her hands was pleasurable. Those were dreams. She mounted the stairs of the theatrical agent’s office with very much less than her usual buoyancy, nor did she find much encouragement in the general appearance of the room into which she was shown. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” It was as much an accusation as a question. My arm's nearly well again.
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