By Cyril M. Kornbluth, Remy Charlip
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And walked out of the house. " Walter said uneasily, "I'm sorry, doll. " “—Of course he's a foreigner. " He jotted it down. While they were doing the dishes Betty said, "I think he was drunk. " "No," Walter said. "It's exactly the same thing he did in my office. " He laughed and said uncertainly, "Or maybe he's royalty. " "Well, there isn't any more royalty, not to speak of," she said angrily, hanging up the dish towel. " "Uncle Miltie. But... uh... I think I’ll read. Uh... where do you keep those magazines of yours, doll?
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