Fuller looked down at the floor. “Never had a chance with a girl like you—that’s all,” he said. “That hurts.” Susanna looked at him wonderingly. “You don’t know what a chance is,” she said. “A chance is a late-model convertible, a new suit, and twenty bucks,” said Fuller. Susanna turned her back to him and closed her suitcase. “A chance is a girl,” she said. “You smile at her, you be friendly, you be glad she’s a girl.” She turned and opened her arms again. “I’m a girl. Girls are shaped this way,” she said. “If men are nice to me and make me happy, I kiss them sometimes. Is that all right with
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