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He would lie in bed thinking not only of all his friends at Mary's, but hoping, as he had so many times, that tomorrow night he might meet someone who would not only ask him to take her home that night but every night; hoping he might meet someone who would want to live with him and they could make love every night or just sit and hold hands and feel her small, soft and weak in his arms... not all slimy like a ballbreakin cunt.