[He draws back slowly, as if faced with a snake that will strike for movements too quick and sharp, and his spine stiffens, for what he is not sure yet, but what he does know is that he despises the look dripping over the stranger's face, for some reason the same as the looks on the girls he had never touched.]
I'm not a child - I reckon I'm hardly younger than yourself.
[For in his ears, darling must be an epithet for a child when a man foists it on another man.]
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I'm not a child - I reckon I'm hardly younger than yourself.
[For in his ears, darling must be an epithet for a child when a man foists it on another man.]