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La pause

La pause

A cigarette, a beer and a very pretty young lady. Who knows, perhaps one day that would become a song, a song for listening to later, when she was back in her clothes, fully dressed. A day would come when she would have moved on, but that was in the future, for now. It would be a song for these times, before war’s end, before the boys would return home, before her image would resist capture. He should try and capture it now; now, while there was still time.

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