The Harlem Paws

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The Harlem Paws

The basement bar on 135th Street smelled of gin and sweat and the kind of music that made your ribs ache. Julian Valentine sat at the piano, his spine curved like a question mark, and played the kind of blues that made white patrons forget why they had come to Harlem in the first place.He was thirty-one, thin as a rail, and drank enough rye to kill a horse. The驼背 made him look older than his...

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