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To review, open the file in an editor that reveals hidden Unicode characters. Learn more about bidirectional Unicode characters Show hidden characters. We can't make this file beautiful and searchable because it's too large. FreeTypeFont fntname, fntsize. What the hell else are we setting up till midnight arguing about? The Body Lies Jo Baker unknown.
Sulpice, so quiet and deserted, where toward midnight there came every night the woman with the busted umbrella and the crazy veil.
Tropic of Cancer Henry Miller unknown. At midnight, after the spectators have saturated the hall with perspiration and foul breaths, I return to sleep on a bench. The exit light, swimming in a halo of tobacco smoke, sheds a faint light on the lower corner of the asbestos curtain; I close my eyes every night on an artificial eye. My first impression of him was that he was free spirited, clever, funny. That proved to be completely inaccurate. We left the party together and walked around for hours, lied to each other about our happy lives, ate pizza at midnight, took the Staten Island Ferry back and forth and watched the sun rise.
