The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. "How would you like a job on a copra plantation?" he asked, irrelevantly to the thoughts crowding one another in his mind. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. \" They returned to his BMW. ’ ‘From you,’ the lady threw at him furiously.
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