Fragments of Noir
Hopperesque
Wednesday, 22 July 2015
Fifty Grand
We rode down in the elevator, and went out through the lobby and got in a taxi, and rode around to the Garden. It was raining hard but there was a lot of people outside on the streets. The Garden was sold out.
Fifty Grand
Ernest Hemingway
1927
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