Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Book Preview: #1 The city was sad all year round, but the first cold rains of winter brought everything to a head. The streets were wet and black, and the small shops were closed. There were no more tops to the high white houses, only the wet blackness of the street. #2 I was writing a story, and I was very excited. I was writing it now, and it was not writing itself. I was tired of rum St. James without thinking about it. Then the story was finished and I was very tired. I read the last paragraph and then looked up. The girl had gone. I was sad. #3 I would leave Paris and go to a place where the weather would be snowing, which would cover the road and the high hillsides. I would give up the room in the hotel where I wrote, and we would have money to make the trip

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