"Sure," I snapped at him. "Women and beer and traffic piled up on
Gratiot and the same double feature at all the movies in town--" I got
a look at him. I felt silly. "All right, take out the needle. You
win."
He was a gentleman. He didn't laugh. "Win? Yes, I suppose I win."
Before I could think of anything else to say, he was gone.
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