"Many nights he lay there dreaming awake of secret cafés in Mont Marte,
where ivory women delved in romantic mysteries with diplomats and soldiers of fortune,
while orchestras played Hungarian waltzes and the air was thick and exotic
with intrigue and moonlight and adventure."
you can't put your arms around a memory











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så jävla fint.
Himla fint! <3
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