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He ain鈥檛 nobody really, but he real sweet. Like a schoolboy, almost. We call him Songbird, 鈥榗ause he sing to speak. He come in like all them others. Hands crude and calloused, a week鈥檚 wage in his pockets. But when we done I didn鈥檛 want him to leave and I asked him to have a drink. Fool drunk up all my liquor, but it ain鈥檛 bother me. [...]

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Comes three times a week on schedule like the iceman. He was here last night until midnight, but he don鈥檛 ever stay later. He just leaves his scent, which lingers until two a.m. or three, and I lie awake until it disappears.

Nottage, Lynn. Intimate Apparel. Dramatists Play Service, New York, NY, 2005. p. 47.