Nothing would hurt me more than watching her flinch each time she hears the word “lunch.” Must never mention Renzo & Lucia’s and stay clear of anything remotely bearing on midday, Madison Avenue, or high-rise residential buildings, or cruise ships from Hollywood B movies from the early forties where new lovers stray from first-class dance floors to meet by starlight on the bridge and watch the moon shimmer on the placid ocean. I am thinking of Paul Henreid bringing two cigarettes to his lips and lighting both at the same time, one for him and one for Bette Davis. The beauty of romance. Could I
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Beauty of aciman
