frangipangi

Updated: May 17, 2025

I looked like a cross between Count Tolstoy and a June lobster. I was out of luck. I had but let me lay my eyes on that dealer again. "Vaucross stopped and talked to me a few minutes and then he took me to a high-toned restaurant to eat dinner. There was music, and then some Beethoven, and Bordelaise sauce, and cussing in French, and frangipangi, and some hauteur and cigarettes.

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