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April 17, 2025

Elinor told her that Bruce was in Italy, getting his studies for the Français Society's panel of early Italian history. Bruce cocked his head on one side meditatively. "I'll make a stab at it," he acceded, and then paused, while they waited in breathless silence. "Don't women know, John?" I managed to ask softly in memory of a like question he had put to me across that bread and jam with the rose a-listening from the dark..

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May 24, 2025

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