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It was that awkward time when one didn’t know if the night’s lover wanted to see you again.
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Ben considered his options in the taxi to Charles De Gaulle airport.
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The pawnbroker sat behind bulletproof glass at the rear of the display area, a veritable potentate of hope and cash, exchanging expendable items for derisory cash.
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It was the first warm day of a late-arriving spring. Ben was sitting in his divorce lawyer’s office on Maiden Lane in lower Manhattan.
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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Rent yourself a decent place to live, one with a shower.
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Maria Monsanto, the curator of Francesco Martinelli's Atmospheres show, stood in the middle of the third-floor gallery.
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—Mr. Martinelli, can you explain how you developed your painting technique?
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If you shoot at them now, it'll be attempted murder or, worse, premeditated murder.
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Francesco entered the gallery, and he immediately went to work.
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Oriana, much as she wanted to, did not sleep with Francesco, propriety ruled.
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Francesco tried to fix Oriana's face in his mind as he blindly walked to the taxi queue.
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In his dreamlike state the pianist turned into a preying mantis.
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—Francesco, said Zambrano, rising from his desk and putting his arm around Frank's shoulder. You and me, we're business partners. Regular capital crime buddies.
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Frank shouldered his backpack, grabbed the leather satchel packed with his brushes, palette knives, pens, and pencils, and exited the vaporetto at the Rialto Bridge.
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