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 | Peter asked if I wanted some cocaine. And then he disapperated for some time with his friends from Hungary. Tibor smiled at me and kept repeating my name, all seven foot of him, heavily accented English, his eyes warming to me, yet he did not invade my space. When Peter returned, his eyeglasses were steamy from nervous energy. I knew his feeling. I knew where he had been. I did not let him know I knew. There was an element of danger in the air, the only female there. He came close to me and his face twisted slightly, took on a sharp angular edge, all puppiness dissolved.
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