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Tonight, I will be reading

A Short Story by F. Scott Fitzgerald,

Love in the Night.

So lie down, close your eyes,

and let me read you a story.

The words thrilled Val.

They had come into his mind sometime during the fresh gold April afternoon,

and he kept repeating them to himself over and over.

Love in the night. Love in the night.

He tried them in three languages, Russian, French, and English, and decided that they were best in English.

In each language, they meant a different sort of love and a different sort of night.

The English night seemed the warmest and softest, with a thin, most crystalline sprinkling of stars.

The English love seemed the most fragile and romantic, a white dress and a dim face above it,

an eyes that were pools of light.

And when I added it was a French night he was thinking about, after all,

I see I must go back and begin over.

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