Visible underneath his collar were some metal tags. “Certainly. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly. Even, I do not mind to study this Latin so abominable. They slow danced to a Bon Jovi ballad. At last—I told a story.
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