talked nonstop the moment you entered her door. It went on and on in circles, like someone peeling an apple, went on over cocktails, hors d’oeuvres, appetizer, salad, pot roast, coffee, mints; you put up with it, she was brilliant, a fine cook, and lonely; ceaselessly the monologue was mixed with vicious nicknames for her […]

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