Romilly would settle down again: of course she would. ''Well - and oh, God, Tom, you haven't even lit the fire. He got up, pouredhimself another whisky. But at least now she knew where she was.
He disappeared, went downstairs, reappeared with someRizlas and a bag of grass, sat on the bed rolling the joints. Had preferred Felix to him. Don't worry, I'm not staying. ''And you thought he looked really tired? Poor old Tom.
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