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And the waiter said Puis-je vous aider? You looked at Sonya who said in fine French two coffees and croissants please. Oui madame the waiter said. You watched her features how she sat her blonde hair long and loose from bands or ribbons. I love the Renoir print in the cafe we went into last night she said. You listened but did not reply. I could see you in the man she added. Which man? You said. The young man sitting at the table looking at the girl and her dog the man with the fine moustache she said. The one with the boater hat? You asked. Yes that's the one she said. And you remember thinking as you looked at the painting why put a dog on the table with food and wine and glasses? The waiter came with coffees and croissants and went off. Sonya sipped her coffee you nibbled the croissant she talked about art and Renoir. But you were only half listening you were recalling how beautiful she looked in bed the night before her hair spread out on the pillow as was she spread on the double springy ancient bed.
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
ANCIENT BED AND SONYA 1973.
And the waiter said Puis-je vous aider? You looked at Sonya who said in fine French two coffees and croissants please. Oui madame the waiter said. You watched her features how she sat her blonde hair long and loose from bands or ribbons. I love the Renoir print in the cafe we went into last night she said. You listened but did not reply. I could see you in the man she added. Which man? You said. The young man sitting at the table looking at the girl and her dog the man with the fine moustache she said. The one with the boater hat? You asked. Yes that's the one she said. And you remember thinking as you looked at the painting why put a dog on the table with food and wine and glasses? The waiter came with coffees and croissants and went off. Sonya sipped her coffee you nibbled the croissant she talked about art and Renoir. But you were only half listening you were recalling how beautiful she looked in bed the night before her hair spread out on the pillow as was she spread on the double springy ancient bed.
A MAN AND WOMAN IN PARIS IN 1973.
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
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