This man’s name is Montague Hill. Yeah, I’m thirty-seven. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. It's so stuffy—and all that tobacco smoke!" He inspected his watch. ‘No, Melusine. She was young and bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long, straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her shoulders. The Law was around the corner and down the narrow hall, puffing a Virginia Slims Menthol in frantic sips, teetering uncomfortably out of an emergency exit door. I've always been more or less music-mad.
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