I tried to get across the terrace and onto the bridge to introduce myself, but the crowds did not part and I lost you. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. “Guess who I’m going out with?” Michelle asked her one day at lunch. For ten years I've been trying to go home, but my conscience will not permit me, I hate the Orient.
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