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It all comes flooding back to me now, Bob Biter and I in the crowded cafes of Montmartre; Haussman's sprawling boulevards; Eiffel's industrial skeleton looming in the distance, beyond the green fog. The visions commence; decadent ecstasies overwhelm; the world swirls and melts like a starry midnight sky as rendered by Van Gogh. Verdant pleasures! Opalescent mesmerism! Absinthe! Absence! Oblivion! Thank you Bob for those wonderful times.
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