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58725	Marlowe, Stephen	Quickie			.txt	text/plain	4697	446	88	Simon Grover always felt like a goldfish in a coptercab. "Hurry," said Simon Grover, a small, energetic man with close-set hazel "Sit down, Mr. Grover," the Counselor said as Simon entered the room. the man said, smiling not quite professionally--which, Simon knew, "We'll say three weeks." The Counselor scrawled something on Simon's be very impressionable," Simon said, "and very talkative. "This newlywed girl must also be naive," said Simon. By the time Simon took the tubeway out to the suburban Long Island Simon could tell it was a development of newlywed homes turned up the walk, noticing the small, ranch-type name post with "Mr. and Mrs. Jane-Marie Paige" on it in big gold letters. "Simon," she said, barely above a whisper, a radiant smile on her face. "Jane-Marie," he said. a married man can display (and in his own home, thought Simon). "Could it be anyone but you?" Simon said. "I agree with you," Simon said.	./cache/58725.txt	./txt/58725.txt