Arrived in Paris she remembered that she had not the money for a fiacre. But his grief was of short duration. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. I get the feeling that you are special, so alone, so beautiful that I must get to the bottom of you if it takes my whole life. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. Couldn’t make head nor tail of that note of yours.
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