The Last Dance at the Halo
The champagne in Paris does not taste like celebration. It tastes like relief—the relief of people who have survived a war they did not ask to fight and are now drinking to forget that the fighting stopped. Hazel Winthrop knew this because she had tasted it herself, in a glass that had cost more than her monthly rent, in a room full of Americans who had come to Paris to escape something and...
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