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Mr. Smithers stood frozen in his stance, staring at me with unblinking eyes and a frighteningly unchanging expression. What? he asked, his expression still fixed.

I couldnt control my palms growing clammy, and I just hoped the sweat wouldnt mar Mr. Smithers doll. Umare you homosexual?

Mr. Smithers expression changed then, and I dont know I was relieved by the alteration or not. He looked like a bomb, desperately wanting to explode, but attempting not to do so. That is a very inappropriate question for you to ask me, Miss Simpson, he replied, calmly but evidently furiously.

Im sorry, but I was just wondering

Its none of your business! shouted Mr. Smithers, his composure lost