She was weeping now. She attempted by a sheer act of will to end the scene, to will herself out of it anywhere. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. . The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. I wanted John to be proud to be seen with me. They were in many respects so right; she clung to that, and shirked more and more the paradoxical conviction that they were also somehow, and even in direct relation to that rightness, absurd. It seems to me exactly what is wanted.
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