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Show 202 calm. "This is my mess, I'll take care of it myself." Then she started away from the cot. "Wait," he said, standing now himself, "you don't know what's happened. You don't know what's our there." "I don't care what's out there," said the woman. Everyone at the front of the building had moved away from the large broken window. The empty wine bottle which had done the damage lay curiously intact on the floor. The curtains swayed back and forth in the breeze, and outside it had again started to rain. The girls in white behind the counter spoke loudly and excitedly, while new donors spoke in nervous whispers; but everyone was for a moment silent as the barefooted woman with the blood-smeared face and dripping fingers made her way to the door which she pushed open. Across the street, the man with the broken nose was being wrestled into the back of a police car. When he saw the woman emerging from "Pacific Biologies" he raised his fist in the air. "Hey," he shouted. "You." The lights turning on top of the police car, one blue and one red, made slick alternating reflections on the wet pavement. "Hey." yelled the drunk, "did you give? Did you get to give? Hey. " The woman started down the street. "Wait," said the man who had followed her out of the building. "You're okay. Everything's all right. Stop and think." "I've done enough thinking," said the woman. He caught up to her at the first intersection where he tried to |