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        both a chance to do a little looking around." 
             "Except that we've already had a chance to look around.  You're 
        thirty six, I'm forty two, how much more looking around do  we  have 
        to do?" 
             "How should I know?" she says. "Whatever it takes." 
             "Besides, you're  forgetting that if either of us really wanted 
        to look around, we'd look around.  But we don't. For better or worse, 
        as  the  saying  goes, we're hung up on one another and okay, so the 
        best part of it might be the fucking,  at least there is a best part 
        of it, which is a hell of a lot more than a lot of people can say." 
             "Zak, will you please shut up and let's get out of here." 
             "We are, in case you don't recognize it, two consenting  adults. 
        In fact, more consenting than us I don't think you can get." 
             "Zak, please!" 
             I put on my  overcoat and help her on with hers.   She had  men- 
        tioned  spaghetti; I would rather go to Drosti's for a fish sandwich 
        and  a  bottle of  beer.  We decide, of course, on the spaghetti and 
        without saying too much  more, we turn out the lights and  pick  our 
        way through the darkened shop out into the cold December night. 

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