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Show 192 "Anyway," she said, "it doesn't matter." "I want to give," said the man with the broken nose. He stood beside them at the counter now. Like everyone else, he was being ignored by the girls in white. "Hey," he repeated loudly, "you with the nice ass and the file folders, I'm ready to give." He was too large for the flannel shirt which hung outside his pants. His nose was purple and swollen and looked very painful. "You gave yesterday," said the girl with the folders. "Well, I want to give today. What's wrong, ain't I good enough for you today?" "You can only give twice a week and you can't give two days in a row. You know that. Besides, you're drunk. We can't take your blood if you're drunk. You know that, too." The drunk made an ugly face to go with his nose. The man and the woman moved down the counter, away from him. One of the other girls in white looked up from the cubicle where she had been taking a blood pressure. "Shall we call the cops?" she said matter-of-factly. "Even if we took it," said the other girl, "we couldn't use it." "Don't give me that. You just don't like my looks today." "We'd better call," came the voice from the cubicle. "No cops," said the man with the broken nose. His voice had risen. "You can come back on Monday," said the first girl. "You know the rules." "Rules," he said. "Who do you people think you are anyway with |
