Here it is, Made in Heaven. I meant it to be about you. Then it shifted to being about me. But them in the end it's about us. You and me, Danny, our very own love story. As you can see. I put in some Cambridge stuff and lots of Paris ups and downs. I also included things about Sanborn my ex. You never met Sanborn. Anyway, he's married again and grooving in Dayton, Ohio. I sent his wife a copy for kicks. On the brighter side. I put in a lot about growing up in Boston. (I was a debutante, you know.) I put the Viscount in. I put Tab in. I put Estelle in, because she ran a discotheque, and God knows we danced well in those days. I put Ted in, since I guess he's apart of the story, too. And, Danny, these are just a few of the jewels I have pried from the hourglass of memory. So read it. And don't bother to tell me I've gotten it all wrong. Because you know me, Danny, I really don't give a shit.
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