The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. “You could tell me but you’d have to kill me?” He asked with a sardonic grin on his face. That is why I was so anxious to leave Paris.
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