insideb . people flowed in and out of the main gaming floor . most were exited ' some were drunk . and a few were thieves , elliot was acutely conscious of being alone . kn ock knock , who's there , thelonious thelonious who ? thelonious boy in town .
at amit . LIVING IN THE TINY DORM ROOM , EATING AT THE COMMONS every day with the same peple elliott had still always ended up alone . now . living with the same peple . elliott had still always ended up aalone . now , living with his father in the small brick house on vashon island near seatle .he sometimes felt the lonelines might kill him when the MS got pop . he did it to himself . even now he was wishing he were back on the island , sittin g at his desk and working with his mthematica program on the computer he loved pop , and and pop was his only company . they ate dinner and watched TV together like an old married couple , and pop didn't have a clue as to how elliott paid the mortgate . they were happy , happy like a pair of trilobities embedded in a layer of shade , safe and stable .
still , even if he had the misfortune of being a mathematician , he wasn't a priest . he had thought sometimes about paying for sex , since he seemed to be too picky and shy to pick up a regular girl . but hookers , no . they were phonies . he couldn't stand the fake smiles and arm squeezes , the ,the self-conscious way they went about their business . elliot wanted love ,, not a hustle . and sometimes they could be dangerous , and the danger quotient in his work had already proved high enough .
he took one more look at girls entering the casino . then he rubbed his pocket , where his stake was .
he coudn't help glancing upward as he moved into the gaming area . the eyes in the sky , video and live cams ,were barely visible ibn ceiling if you knew where to look . in spitethe marble columns and masrles floors of the hotel section
at amit . LIVING IN THE TINY DORM ROOM , EATING AT THE COMMONS every day with the same peple elliott had still always ended up alone . now . living with the same peple . elliott had still always ended up aalone . now , living with his father in the small brick house on vashon island near seatle .he sometimes felt the lonelines might kill him when the MS got pop . he did it to himself . even now he was wishing he were back on the island , sittin g at his desk and working with his mthematica program on the computer he loved pop , and and pop was his only company . they ate dinner and watched TV together like an old married couple , and pop didn't have a clue as to how elliott paid the mortgate . they were happy , happy like a pair of trilobities embedded in a layer of shade , safe and stable .
still , even if he had the misfortune of being a mathematician , he wasn't a priest . he had thought sometimes about paying for sex , since he seemed to be too picky and shy to pick up a regular girl . but hookers , no . they were phonies . he couldn't stand the fake smiles and arm squeezes , the ,the self-conscious way they went about their business . elliot wanted love ,, not a hustle . and sometimes they could be dangerous , and the danger quotient in his work had already proved high enough .
he took one more look at girls entering the casino . then he rubbed his pocket , where his stake was .
he coudn't help glancing upward as he moved into the gaming area . the eyes in the sky , video and live cams ,were barely visible ibn ceiling if you knew where to look . in spitethe marble columns and masrles floors of the hotel section
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