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But Clarence’s picture portfolio was gone, out in that night, with the wrong people

Who will protect Clarence noondered Who will save hi, until dawn?

Myself? The poor si?

Cruht in front of Clarence’s bungalow court? Go shout at Clarence’s door? You’re lost Run!

I did not call Crualow porch I nodded to Ricardo Lopez and went out into the night Constance, outside, was crying “Let’s get the hell out of here,” she said

She swabbed her eyes with an inadequate silk handkerchief “That daraph of that poor hopeless man”

“Yes, that face,” I said, and added, “Sopwith”

For Constance was standing right where Clarence Sopwith had stood a few nights ago

“Sopwith?” she said

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Driving, Constance cut the ith her voice:

“Life is like underwear, should be changed twice a day Tonight is over, I choose to forget it”

She shook tears frolanced aside to see them rain away

“I forget, just like that There goes my memory See how easy?”

“No”