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We don't talk much now. We sit in the cafe with our ***** and stare about the place listening to the Parisians talking. He sits there smoking his pipe eyeing the girls. I stare at all the men. Lulu he said that evening before we left our place you need to talk more. About what? You and me he said. What about you and me? We don't do it anymore. We don't anymore. Not after those he's been with. How do I know he hasn't got the pox? I couldn't not after him being elsewhere. He eyes them all the time. I sip my ***** Think of the baby we lost. I lost more like. Born dead. Lifeless lying there. There's music playing. Dancers on the floor. Show girls. Showing too much. He likes it. Eyes out drinking them in. Monsieur veut le sexe the street girls will say. After that we don't anymore. We sleep side by side but don't do it. I couldn't. Not now. Another drink? He says. I nod my head. He hails the waiter. The waiter goes off with orders. Edgar talks in his sleep. Calls out names. Girls names. He'd like to. Not with me he don't. Vous poisson froid he says. Maybe I am. Don't give a ****
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Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
PARIS 1900
We don't talk much now. We sit in the cafe with our ***** and stare about the place listening to the Parisians talking. He sits there smoking his pipe eyeing the girls. I stare at all the men. Lulu he said that evening before we left our place you need to talk more. About what? You and me he said. What about you and me? We don't do it anymore. We don't anymore. Not after those he's been with. How do I know he hasn't got the pox? I couldn't not after him being elsewhere. He eyes them all the time. I sip my ***** Think of the baby we lost. I lost more like. Born dead. Lifeless lying there. There's music playing. Dancers on the floor. Show girls. Showing too much. He likes it. Eyes out drinking them in. Monsieur veut le sexe the street girls will say. After that we don't anymore. We sleep side by side but don't do it. I couldn't. Not now. Another drink? He says. I nod my head. He hails the waiter. The waiter goes off with orders. Edgar talks in his sleep. Calls out names. Girls names. He'd like to. Not with me he don't. Vous poisson froid he says. Maybe I am. Don't give a ****
A MAN AND WOMAN IN PARIS OUT ONE NIGHT 1900
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TerryCollett
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Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
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