The update:
As of 1:30ish on 11/22 I have 30,116 words.

Morale:
Hooray. Must sleep.

Some of the words:

The man is young - almost a boy. He hasn’t yet learned the trick of projecting simultaneously his adoration for this woman and a contempt for society that he believes will impress her. His face fairly twitches with one hasty over-correction after another. He sees me looking at them and shoots a sneer my way, then checks her face for approval, his expression again losing its balance.