His eyes were closed. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains, and openly despised golf. \" \"Oh, come on!\" Shari exclaimed, putting her cocoa down and burying her face in a fat white pillow. Then I threw a bucket of dirty water on his face and said, ‘Listen, asshole, let’s get one thing straight. ‘Nevertheless, you will marry me,’ he snarled. . But it's better to have the bride without the weddin' dress, than the weddin' dress without the bride. ” She paused again.
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