"Damn it," Luba said in a soft, sweet voice, "kiss me, Ken." Malone had no answer to that--at least, no verbal answer. But then, one didn't seem to be needed. When he finally came up for air, he said: "Lou--" "Yes, Ken?" "Lou, how long are you going to be here? Or in New York? What I mean is--" "I'll be around," Lou said. "I will be going back to New York of course; after all, Ken, I do have a living to make, such as it is, and Sir Lewis is expecting me." "I don't know," Malone said, "but it still sounds funny. A g…
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