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| THE NEXT TABLE He can’t be more than twenty-two. And yet I’m sure that almost as many years ago, I enjoyed that selfsame body. It has nothing to do with passion’s fervor. And I’ve only just arrived at the casino; I’ve not had time to drink too much. I enjoyed I did that selfsame body. And even if I can’t recall where my memory lapse means nothing. There, now that he’s sitting at the next table I recognize his every movement and beneath his clothes I can see again the naked limbs I loved. |
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