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Ella couldn't believe how atheist, how uncouth I had become. I believed that a man should do anything that he was slick enough, or bad and bold enough, to do and that a woman was nothing but another commodity. Every word I spokewas hip or profane. I would bet that my working vocabulary wasn't two hundred words.
Even Shorty, whose apartment I now again shared, wasn't prepared for how I lived and thought- like a predatory animal. Sometimes I would catch him watching me.