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“I do not understand. We were going at a mad pace. She savored the sweetness of his lips, all of his great youth and passion and longed for his innocence, his complete lack of the knowledge of terrible things. Perhaps you'll give me in return some token, by which I may remind you of this occurrence, in case we meet again. Breakfast, too, was an impossible occasion.
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