“You shall go,” he declared. They stank, and she hated how they blocked the sunlight. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes.
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