What is a man, separated? A woman, separated?
[The voice croons. A predatory melody.]
Oh, all these people. I am not accustomed to certain shifts, you see. I detest spontaneity.
[The man takes his time. After a moment, there's a click and then a puff, the distant sound of a cigarette lighter. Quickly, agitated:]
Did you know that I was once an
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