I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. ‘Gérard will think that I have gone back to London. Her steps slowed. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. Only him big hoss padlock—noting else. Even that he was an interfering person, if he walked through that door this moment, she would fling herself at him and weep all over his chest.
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