Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. He, therefore, desires to interrogate him. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. Why am I here—thirty years of loneliness? Because I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not have the good, I would not take the bad. I’m not mad that he has eyes for you instead of me, not mad at all. You are captain of your soul; don't forget your Henley.
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