She looked up from crumb-gathering with a tiny battery-poweredsilent butler, and smiled. He sat down on the toilet with its topclosed, and held his head in his hands. I was too tired and too disgusted with it all to flinch. Jean-Claude was still sitting upright, but he was swaying softly in place, almost like he was dancing to music I couldn't hear.
No, that's not what I mean. I frowned at him. Shhh, ma petite. I like men.
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