The Man Who Remembered Pain
The champagne tasted like regret, which was fitting, because Julian Ashworth had spent the entire evening pretending he did not taste it at all. It was October 1925, and the party was somewhere in Long Island, though Julian could not remember who had thrown it or why he had been invited. It did not matter. The music was loud, the women were beautiful, and the men were laughing with that...
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