"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together"
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowly suddenly pressing Brett against me.
"Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
-Ernest Hemingway.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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