The Ration Ticket

	10 May. -- This evening it will be four days since Roquenton entered into relative death for the third time. Haven't seen Lucette since, but I've just learned that she's obsessed with a vague little young blond fellow. I can see the animal from here, a young calf belonging to the swing species. All things considered, I don't care a fig about it. That nice little woman has no taste, I've noticed it long before today.
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