You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back. A male voice, vibrant with terror, yelled out hoarsely. He sat on the bed, throwing aside his hat. A silence ensued. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. .
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