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She knows you’re there. She can feel your sweat, hear your breath­ing. She feels dry and cool on the out­side, pretty as any girl at the dance, but she’s all hot and both­ered inside. Go on, look at her. She’s not going any­where. There’s got to be a rea­son. You stand a chance. But don’t […]

She sat at the back table by the big air vent that had never worked, some­times nurs­ing a cup of cof­fee, other times mov­ing quickly through an egg cream and a cup of soup with a look of vora­cious sat­is­fac­tion. Once or twice, she and Renee, the coun­ter­man, mur­mured to each other, leav­ing Renee with […]