He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. I want to put myself into your hands. He laughed. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. laws alone swamp our small staff.
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