Chapter Twenty-Three: September 1, 1916
On Thursday, Philly and I once again enjoyed several drinks at the Oyster. And, of course, I once again regaled him with the hopelessness of my situation with Virginia.
“You just have to stand out from all the rest,” he said. “She’s the type of girl that has bachelors asking her on dates everywhere she goes. She’s looking for something different.”
I told …
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