The Jazz of Forever
The Jazz of Forever The champagne tasted like expensive lies, which was appropriate, because the entire weekend was built on them. Daisy Calloway swirled her glass and watched the jazz band on the long platform at the end of the lawn. The saxophone player was sweating through his white suit, and the crowd was doing that peculiar dance where feet moved but bodies stayed still, like people trying...
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