（ christ o'lordy. it ain't like he's used to rain bein' a point of misery, but this is an especial sort of it. he's been standing under the awning now about a quarter hour, smoking an' waitin' for it to let up. when it's clear it won't, he eventually tosses the cigarette into the nearby gutter with a grimace of annoyance.
ain't no worse than mortars, he decides eventually. he's about to step out into it when the gal appears an' offers to share, an' his expression shifts some. ）
Ma'am. I couldn't rightly ask, but I do appreciate the thought.
（ when you put 1940s sensibilities in a sex game. ）
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ain't no worse than mortars, he decides eventually. he's about to step out into it when the gal appears an' offers to share, an' his expression shifts some. ）
Ma'am. I couldn't rightly ask, but I do appreciate the thought.
（ when you put 1940s sensibilities in a sex game. ）