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she was a woman who seldom combed her hair, wore black in protest of the war, wouldn't eat grapes because of the grape strike, was a communist, wrote poetry, went to love-ins, made ashtrays out of clay, smoke and drank coffee continually, collected various checks from a mother and various ex-husbands, lived with various men and loved to eat strawberry jam on toast.

Then I walked up and picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and dumped her on the bed. "Harry, you just got outa the hospital!" "Which means you got a couple weeks' worth of sperm coming!" "Don't talk filthy!" "Fuck you!"

"Duke," asked Lala, "you want me to call you Duke or call you Daddy?" "either way, sweetie. just what you want." "why is there hair on a coconut?" "oh Christ, I dunno. why is there hair on my balls?"