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She was very good-looking, of course; if she’d been ugly, I’d have been much nicer.
Worse, though, our spirits were down, and if I had a soul, it would be troubled.
“Dickie Johnson and I were born together, grew up together, had lots of women together, and got old together, but he died before me.”
When I was a kid, only people who shot at bad guys were heroes. Now everyone who gets a disease, or who’s held hostage, or who gets plugged is a hero.
When the lust is gone, what’s left is loathing or love.
The food came, and we ate. I love other people’s cooking.
Sometimes, the morning after—and I really hate to say this—but sometimes, you wonder what the hell you were thinking the night before, or worse, you wonder if you have a grudge against your dick.
tea. I was in a typical male postcoital mood, thinking I should be sleeping or leaving.
It was mostly couples—the world is mostly couples—but there were a few strays who looked able to make conversation if neither of my one and only true loves showed up.
The only explanation I had for it was that short people with beady eyes and big appetites were ruthless and dangerous.
I didn’t see any reason to argue what was already decided in my mind.
Women tend to be a little more practical and less likely to have fun splashing in the mud.
