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spanish fiction 2

we were playing a mind game. but there

was a real
attraction. he was bookish,
unsuccessful; my secret
type. but him? could
he be inter-
ested in scribble   
that being what i was, plus some feathers ... he
      was an 'islander', meaning he liked
to stay in bed; in a good
hotel you can see the harbour &, gener-
ally, film companies (they stand
in for whalers – fishing
families). we were unobserved except at a crucial time by
          light
intruding. he dressed real slow.

 

 

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