…On dates when it was so cold yesterday it might have been March. No-one can even remember what day it is anymore. Friday today so yesterday must have been…
—I was merely hanging on the bar, having a generous stew black café after getting soaked hauling some lucky person fleeing Paris for Burgundy’s abandoned things from a cave on the Île de la Cité, one…
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