The Jazz Phantom
The Jazz Phantom I don't know what was real. I write this down years later in a room in London that is smaller than the one I had in Paris, and the words feel like something I made up to convince myself. Maybe I did make some of it up. Maybe Viv never existed at all and Diana was always just Diana and Charley was always just a drunk man with a photograph on his mantelpiece. But I wrote it...
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