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Some ten paces away Lolita
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through a glass at a telephone booth,
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membranous god still with us,
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cupping the tube confidentially,hunched over it,
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slit her eyes at me,
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turned away with her treasure, hurriedly hang up
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and walked out with a flourish.
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So, here now, we move from Humbert's verbal flourish,
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to Lolita's physical one:
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"Tried to reach you at home,"
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she said brightly. "A great decision has been made.
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But first, buy me a drink, Dad."