The Flower in the Jazz Age

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2026-06-12 00:35:21 -

The Flower in the Jazz Age The champagne was ice-cold and tasted faintly of the glasses it had been poured into. Dorothy Hart stood on the terrace of the Long Island estate and watched the moonlight make a silver road across the sound. Inside, the band was playing something fast and bright, and the guests were laughing with the kind of laughter that has too many teeth. She had been invited to...

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