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long leg against the bottom of the dashboard. "God damn it!" he bellowed, "I never intended to start! I'm too old to make love in cars! Especially one this size."
"Yes, dear," Linda agreed with spurious meekness, "but considering how you made me feel, I think you're too tall rather than too old."
Peter made a sound, starting with a growl that ended in a choke of laughter. Then he sighed. "But it isn't funny," he said. "You've got to know I'm half out of my head to grab you like that. All I wanted to do was put my arm around you and try to make you understand why it's so important to me not to upset my aunt."
Linda said, "Peter, you've got yourself worked into a lather about nothing"
"Maybe because it isn't nothing to me," he interrupted, turning his head away to stare out into the dark.
"Peter! Shut up and let me finish what I want to say."
"But Gertrude's right about Aunt Em," he interrupted again. "If you quit, she'll fret herself sick over why. And how the hell could I marry you if she"
"Peter!" Linda exclaimed, her voice tight with exasperation. "Stop dramatizing yourself and the situation. You're a big boy now. The world is not black and white. There are lots of ways to work this out."
"I don't see one, and I've been mulling this over and over, turning it round and round"
"That's why you don't see anything. Of course

 
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