She slipped on a white clingy imitation silk tee-shirt, a sexy number that Shari had bought on super-sale at the Limited. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. An enormous poster almost covered one side of the wall—the poster. “Very good,” he said. Anna looked at her curiously, and with sinking heart. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. Thus, the same system of plunder was everywhere carried on. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying to draw him nearer by pushing him away. Amiable and good-looking. “Bad hemorrhage,” he said. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him.
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