She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night. Just me and another girl named Krista who turned eighteen and left right about when I got there. A vein of conviction mingled with his burlesque. “Now I suppose Brendon understands exactly what you mean,” he remarked.
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