ROMEO AND JULIET by Les Bohem
I sat down facing Dante and ordered a mineral water and another coffee. It was an angry statue, glaring up at the building where the poet had once stayed.
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I sat down facing Dante and ordered a mineral water and another coffee. It was an angry statue, glaring up at the building where the poet had once stayed.
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For a long time I’ve wanted to tell the story of a girl I slept with almost accidently one night in New York sometime in the early 1980s.
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