Sixkill

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Genres: Fiction
We were having breakfast in the cafe at the Taj hotel, which used to be the Ritz. Our table was in the small bay that looks out on Newbury Street, and the spring morning was about perfect.
"He's asleep on my couch," I said.
"You've taken him in," Susan said.
"For the moment," I said.
"Good God," Susan said.
I smiled becomingly.
"Sometimes," Susan said, "I think you are far too kind for your own good." I ate a bite of hash.
"And some other times?" I said.
"I think you are the hardest man I've ever seen," she said.
"So to speak," I said.
"No sexual allusion intended," Susan said.
She broke off the end of a croissant, put very little strawberry jam on it, and popped it in her mouth.
"Do I have to be one or the other?" I said.
She finished chewing her croissant, and touched her mouth with her napkin.
"No," she said, "you don't. And in fact, you are both. But it's an unusual combination." "So are we," I said.
Susan smiled.
"We surely are," she said.
"But a good one," I said.
"Very good," S
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