No, don’t let me call myself that. "I had a terrible dream last night. “He broke up with Katy Pfister last night on the
phone, from what I hear. Ruth took hers in the sea, but was careful never to go beyond her depth because
of the sharks. Whatever he did, she was bound
to scream. But she certainly remembered that when she was a
little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very
dexterously in through the gates to the front door. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little
movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. But this is
all different. She was not very clear about the position and duties of a chorus-girl, but it
certainly had the air of being a last desperate resort.
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