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Suffice it to say that I did in fact go to the park at he appointed time. I wore
white trousers and a black shirt made of silk, reversing Persephone’s mode of
dress.I arrived early and sat on the bench, the girl had not yet arrived, would
she come? Somehow this was the least of my worries. Fortunately this part of the
park was deserted so at least there was no danger of a bystander causing a
scene.
She arrived early too wearing the same clothes as the day before. She made no
recognition of my presence, her face remaining impassive. Here I should describe
her face, those piercing blue eyes, the jet black hair reaching down to her
breasts. I began to regret the choice I had made, I was sure that had I asked I
would have been permited to strip the girl naked, lie down with her and make
love. However I was simultaneously aware of the banality of this fantasy.
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