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He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. More often then not he refused to reveal specifics of his own past in Greece and Rome, choosing to relate fables and stories of an impersonal nature. He pointed to where the lights still burned in Anna’s windows. But once I started, Forever Fifteen seemed to fly out of me like a bat out of Hell, virtually writing itself.
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