"How long do you expect me to put up with this?" Mrs. Sorrenson already had packed her bags and was about to get into the cab. Sam was in the back seat. Sorrenson reached out for him, but the boy turned away. It was raining and Sorrenson thought that he might start to cry.
"Put up with what?" Sorrenson said. "What have I done?" Her face looked like the citizens of the moral majority that he had seen once in a dream if only a little more familiar.
"You've fucked every woman in town," she said.
As the cab sped away, he felt a sense of satisfaction. She was right: he had.
"Put up with what?" Sorrenson said. "What have I done?" Her face looked like the citizens of the moral majority that he had seen once in a dream if only a little more familiar.
"You've fucked every woman in town," she said.
As the cab sped away, he felt a sense of satisfaction. She was right: he had.
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