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Age Seldom Arrives Smoothly Or Quickly. It's More Often A Succession Of Jerks.

Your Red Dress,’ She Said, And Laughed. But I Looked At The Dress On The Floor And It Was As If The Fire Had Spread Across The Room. It Was Beautiful And It Reminded Me Of Something I Must Do. I Will Remember I Thought. I Will Remember Quite Soon Now.

She’ll Have No Lover, For I Don’t Want Her And She’ll See No Other.

Very Few People Change After Well Say Seven Or Seventeen. Not Really. They Get More This Or More That And Of Course Look A Bit Different. But Inside They Are The Same.

London Is Like A Cold Dark Dream Sometimes.