'Oh, Jake,' Brett said, 'we could have had such a damned good time together.' Ahead was a mounted policeman… — Ernest Hemingway
'Oh, Jake,' Brett said, 'we could have had such a damned good time together.'
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
'Yes,' I said. 'Isn't it pretty to think so?'
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