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As she
laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I
was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each
momentary
recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns
of her
throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen
muscles. An
elderly waiter with trembling hands was
hurriedly
spreading a pink and white checked cloth
over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the
lady and gentleman
wish to take their tea in the
garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their
tea in the garden ..." I
decided that if the shaking
of her breasts could be
stopped, some of the
fragments of the afternoon might
be collected, and I
concentrated my attention with
careful subtlety to
this end.
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