“He asks himself, would you trade a lady who really cared about you, knew how much sugar and cream you took in your coffee, knew exactly when your birthday was, rubbed Vicks on your chest when you had a cold, babied you when you were losing, celebrated you when you were winning, dealt with all your infantile emotions. If you had such a lady would you trade her for a strange piece of ass?”
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