Love Faded Away

fire of my loins. My sin,

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s that summer. You can alw

jewels and silk, respectivel

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at all had I not loved, on

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n, of mixed French and Austr

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by the sea. Oh when? Abo

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s. My father was a gentle,

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antage of it one rainy day a

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vants discuss his various la

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ed by the rambler, at the bo

taught me to swim and div

spended, with the midges, a

llentmarks,andwasonperfe

rmth in the darkest past, no

most of his time in America,

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, everybody petted me. Elde

es, and I adored and respect

mediate family as a kind o

. Perhaps she wanted to mak

ght me expensive bonbons. He

merican kid, the son of a t

extremely fond of her, desp

er my sixteenth birthday, a

n my father. Aunt Sybil ha

s me like towers of Pisa. Ru

school a few miles from ho

private universe, a whitewa

tside. From the aproned po

er that she had been in love

the sun of my infancy had se

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