And he didn't mind at all. Downstairs and outdoors and alone again, back in the trampled dust in front of the… — Richard Yates
And he didn't mind at all. Downstairs and outdoors and alone again, back in the trampled dust in front of the place, he pitied the drab supervisor and all her quick, harried, frowning children because none of them looked as though they had anything worth waiting for, tonight or ever.
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