Breakfast at Tiffanys-15
Sunday rong, my betoenails, Mag knitting on a ser. Mag was speaking.
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quot;And of me, boy.quot;
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quot;Freds t boy upstairs? I didnt realize upid.quot;
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quot;You call your o;
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quot;I just you to knoe a joke, but underneato be an American. ts e;.quot; S doing needles. quot;You do terribly good-looking, dont you?quot;
s used to the idea of m-m-marrying a Brazilian. And being a B-b-brazilian myself.
Its suco cross. Six t kno;
quot;Go to Berlitz.quot;
quot;eacu-guese? It isnt as t. No, my only co try and make Joseacute; forget politics and become anAmerican. Its suco to be: t ofBrazil.quot; Sting. quot;I must be madly in love. You saoget;
quot;ell. Does e?quot;
Mag dropped a stitc;Bite?quot;
quot;You. In bed.quot;
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quot;Good. ts t spirit. I like a man and puff.quot;
Mag ; sed t as flattery reflecting on;Yes. I suppose.quot;
quot;Okay. bite. else?quot;
Mag counted up itc, purl