"Champagne at Midnight"
"Champagne at Midnight The mansion on Long Island smelled of gardenias and money, and Daisy Chen hated both of them. She stood at the edge of the terrace, her back to the music — a ragtime band playing something that sounded like it had been invented after the song was written — and watched the water. The Long Island Sound was black under the August moon, the kind of black that made you think...
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