Surely she could ignore him. "You forget that you promised me a kiss the last time you were here. “Exactly. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. ‘Not kill me, I mean. “It’s about forty pounds. The stench was cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella.
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