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June 29th, 1977
And tonight I am running through the house again. Getting ready to dash off to another night of romance in Rosslyn.
Alain met me for lunch today at Garfinckel’s. Tonight he’s invited me over for dinner. He is not my mid-American fuck fantasy. He is a European intrigue. This romantic episode has left me very high. Great God, I love everything.