Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. The key's in the lock, on the inner side. “Oh goody. As long as I live here, you stop fucking the children and you stop trying to fuck me. You hurt the child. If I had known that you had meant to talk like this I wouldn’t have come here.
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