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It Ends with a Photo
“I just said it. I have had enough.”
“Oh come on, Trish. It is just an idea.“
“A stupid idea.”
“It commemorates our Paris trip.”
“What, when we only did what you wanted? When made me walk all over Paris? From one museum to another. That is all I remember walking. Commemorate that.”
“You got to go on the double decker train.”
“For one stop, whoopie do.”
“But you gotta do it, you can’t go to Paris and not. It was the centre of the art world before the second world war. It was the centre of civilisation. Anyone who was... Read more...
Cat sat alone again, I thought of the time she had undressed for me in my mind. I loved the way she was so open to my imaginings, somehow so much more open than anyone else. Well, at the moment anyway.
“Well, are you going to tell us about it?” “You know, what happens on girls’ night stays on girls’ night.” “Thornton has already told us what happened so it is only fair to hear your version of the story."