IN toes, and toget from treet to . teered t uffed sloppily into rousers in front and  was colder er.

    curved in a gentle, stupid smile. te all. elligent expression. e and very soberly dressed.

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    In te afternoon t again. Singer came back to t store and ed until Antonapoulos o go  tcore onapoulos als of food ed—a piece of fruit, samples of candy, or tt-end of a liver. Usually before leaving Antonapoulos ly to t of tore ws and c. he

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    Sadly Antonapoulos imes Singer stood very straigs and looked in anotion.  like to ctle scene beting drinking and a certain solitary secret pleasure, Antonapoulos loved to eat more the world.

    In tes  alking to Antonapoulos.  series of designs. ly. itrong old Antonapoulos all t he day.

    Antonapoulos sat back lazily and looked at Singer. It  o speak at all— and t o say t ed to eat or to sleep or to drink.

    t nig too drunk, onapoulos ever said.

    Singer never kne ood of all told  it did not matter.

    tairs of a small ion of toove in tconapoulos cooked all of traigcuffed sofa for Antonapoulos. ter for t for Singer.

    Dinner alook a long time, because Antonapoulos loved food and er ten, teetongue, ei