1. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. They slow danced to a Bon Jovi ballad.
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