Sue lay sprawled in sweet exhaustion on the bed, wearing a red ribbon in her bright blonde hair. Beside her, wearing not even a ribbon, Mark slowly lit two cigarettes and passed one to her. For a long moment, smoke and silence hung in the air. Then:
"My mother always told me to be good," Sue said with a little smile. "Was I?"
"My mother always told me to be good," Sue said with a little smile. "Was I?"
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