I tried to get across the terrace and onto the bridge to introduce myself, but the crowds did not part and I lost you. We felt like thieves. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. He was always drawing contrasts between a woman’s lot and a man’s, and treating her as a wonderful new departure in this comparison.
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