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I lay back on the cushions of the taxi seat, filled with a sense of her closeness. I did not even try to take her hand. She came, and in this was the supreme pleasure ...
We sat in the institution of Jimmy Kelly until the morning: drank, ate, danced. We talked, fully understanding each other ...
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We sat in the institution of Jimmy Kelly until the morning: drank, ate, danced. We talked, fully understanding each other ...
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