As Robards took me to see his quarters (and there, perhaps, to make passionate love to me) I couldn’t help but think of how the very rich lived and that soon, soon, I might be Mrs. Charmain Robards, the toast of broadway, but I was sorely disappointed when he opened an old cigar box full of loose change and out fell three very worn coins from 1942.
Dr. Drib
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