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Show I'm leaving." "Go quickly," said the girl with the folders. He backed away from the counter. "I just wanted to give for chrissake. I need it. You know I need it." He stumbled against a chair but did not fall. At the door he turned to survey the room. "It ain't right," he said, "how some people treat other people. Just because of their looks. God wouldn't put up with it." Then he was gone. "I didn't really call the cops," said the girl from the cubicle. "I wonder how he broke his nose," said the girl with the folders. Now that the disturbance was over, the man led the woman back to the television where the two-thirty soap opera was being replaced by the three o'clock quir, show. "Look," he said, "you don't have to do it. If you want to leave, just leave, I'll understand." A little later, when she did not speak, he began to stroke her knuckles. "What are you doing now?" she said. "Just waiting." "What for?" "In a minute they'll call us." The quiz show was just getting under way. The announcer introduced the first new contestant and then it was time for a commerical. "That guy with the broken nose was sad," said the woman. "Down on his luck. It happens." She pulled away her hand and stared at the floor. "This place is disgusting," she said. The floor was littered with cigarette |