The Decision

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He looked at her over the rim of his coffee cup. She smoked cigarettes like she did so many things: quickly, decisively, almost biting off the smoke, and blowing it hard out of the corner of her pursed lips. Her beauty, although softening now under the twin assaults of tobacco and alcohol, was still present, still formidable, still as alluring as when he met her in class, two years before.

"Well," she asked him. "Are you gonna pull those grapevine stumps for me, or not?"



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