The light from the funeral parlor
made a
golden wedge on the sidewalk
-- William Lindsay Gresham, Nightmare Alley (1946)
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Si cela vous parle,
savourez la série
noire
en argot authentique
d’Amérique :
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the smoke of her cigarette whirling back over her shoulder
like a sweet-smelling
scarf in the
wind
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