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Le Chien I remember late one night in Paris speaking at length to a dog in English about the future of American culture. No wonder she kept cocking her head as I went on about “summer movies” and the intolerable poetry of my compatriots. I was standing and she was sitting on a dim street….

I was standing and she was sitting on a dim street….

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