My dear
he's such a sot came to live with me in
marseille last year when you
threw him over andreallyitwasasmuchasicould stand
sip sip sip like a dowager all day long and so
sly
i was always missing little things my dear things i
rather liked once i lost 2 suits
that had arrives from Lesley&Roberts that morning of course
i didn't know it was Sebastian there were some
ratherqueerfishmy dear
in and out of my little apartment who knows better that you
my taste for queer fish well eventually my dear
we found the pawnshop where Sebastian was popping them
and then he hadn't got the tickets there
was a
market
for them too at the bistro
(prose by Evelyn Waugh, of course)
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