The fleeing NY Lonelylite.

Page 68. Breakfast at Tiffany’s by: Truman Capote

“In a trance.” “Taxi!” We feel his despair.

How he compares a taxi ride across Central Park with flying over the Andes – & gets away with it! I believe him.

& the lovely New York socialite has no friends. Not really.

Page 75. Breakfast at Tiffany’s by: Truman Capote
Stay curious,

B.

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