GILLIS May I say you smell real special?
BETTY
It must be my new shampoo.
GILLIS
That's no shampoo. It's more like a pile of freehly laundred hand-kerchiefs, like a brand new auto-mobile. How old are you anyway?
BETTY
Twenty-two.
GILLIS
That's it -- there's nothing like being twenty-two. Now may I suggest that if we're ever to finish this story you keep at least two feet
away from me ... Now back to the typewriter.
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