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Benjamin was not going in.
He was standing across the street from the Chinese house, after nightfall, and he was not going in. Testing his self-control, since it had dropped so low lately. Not going in.
After ten minutes, he started pacing. Manage a half hour, he had told himself; he was not going in. After twenty minutes, he crossed the street halfway before tracing his steps back to his spot across the street.
Testing himself. Not going in.
Twenty-five minutes, staring dead ahead at the door and what lay on the other side of it - sweet, sweet oblivion - when he heard someone walking near, and pulled himself together to turn to them.
He was standing across the street from the Chinese house, after nightfall, and he was not going in. Testing his self-control, since it had dropped so low lately. Not going in.
After ten minutes, he started pacing. Manage a half hour, he had told himself; he was not going in. After twenty minutes, he crossed the street halfway before tracing his steps back to his spot across the street.
Testing himself. Not going in.
Twenty-five minutes, staring dead ahead at the door and what lay on the other side of it - sweet, sweet oblivion - when he heard someone walking near, and pulled himself together to turn to them.