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Date Posted: 21:27:12 05/24/01 Thu
Author: luke
Subject: spot the quote 2

"He made an advance you mean?" I said. Advance? Well what other word could I have used?
Matthew nodded, looked away and out it all came in a hot, indignant tumble. "I told him to leave me alone and he called me a tart. He said everyone could see the way I played up to certain pollies and to people like you who I was always hanging around with. He said I was a prettyboy pricktease."

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[> This is the whole quote -- luke, 21:38:30 05/24/01 Thu

Oh fuck here we go, I thought. His brother has been warning him off. Some jealous son of a bitch has been whispering. The game is up.
"Who said what to you?" I asked, trying to smother the swallowing nervousness I felt.
"It doesn't really matter who it was. Just someone in my house.I was sweeping the corridor, you know, and he started...he started trying stuff."
"He made an advance you mean?" I said. Advance? Well what other word could I have used?
Matthew nodded, looked away and out it all came in a hot, indignant tumble. "I told him to leave me alone and he called me a tart. He said everyone could see the way I
played up to certain pollies and to people like you who I was always hanging around with. He said I was a prettyboy pricktease."