Breakfast at Tiffanys-20
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Sleep.quot;
finger. quot;Sleep,quot;
sed, fretful c; me. Let me s. I sa;
quot;it; lullabied tor, selecting from his black case ahypodermic.
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quot;Didnt a bit, no?quot; inquired tor, smugly dabbing ton.
So sufficiently to focus tor. quot;Everyts. ; But s need their own accord.
quot;S; insisted Joseacute;.
quot;Please, sir,quot; tor e s ;if you ient.quot;
Joseacute; o t room, iptoeing presence of Madame Spanella. quot;Dont touc; sened as o tuguese oaths.
, too; or so I surmised from his expression.
Instead, ed me to tle ained dry vermout;I ; ;I ting like a crazy. I must is too delicate: my name