She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. She heard their feet and muffled voices. \"Would you like some orange juice?\" Larry had already been working outside for an hour, Mike at his side, dragging grass clippings to the compost pile. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. She lit the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter. “You know nothing about the stage.
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