February 26th, 1990

February 26th, 1990
At home

Spent my last night as a twenty-two year old, drinking wine with Florence, having a good old natter about Paris, wondering just how many girls might have a key to Jean Jacques flat.

“What a scallywag,” she uttered, more than once.

Indeed.

 

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