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Unformatted text preview: a prison. The building was deserted. And she had leased two floors very high up. He indulged her for two days, as they acquired various things for their comfort in this high fairy-tale tower amid the neon and spar- kling lights. She watched, she waited, she struggled to seize the slight- est opportunity, but he was too wakeful, too fast. And then he tied her up. There was to be no study, no project. "I know what I need to know." The first time he left it was for a day. The second time for an entire night and most of the morning. The third time had been this time- four days perhaps. And now look what he had done to this cold modern bedroom of white walls and glass windows, and laminated furniture. HER LEGS hurt so much. She limped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He had cleaned up the bed; it was draped in rose-colored sheets, and he had surrounded it with flowers. This brought a strange image to her mind, of a woman who had committed suicide in Califor- nia. She had ordered lots of flowers for herself fir...
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