T REMEMBER afternoons on the terrace by the sea. I •*• would sit and read. Sometimes, I would pick a conversation out of the murmur of voices. I'd eavesdrop up to a half-hour on the more interesting ones. As the summer wore on, a lot of the faces became pretty familiar. We'd nod, somewhat hesitantly, as "familiar" strangers tend to do...
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