They had the passion of thirteen-year-old boys in their love for one another. They shared everything: curiosity and rebellion, hopes and worries, girls and aspirations of glory. Paul had money, but Emile didn't. They skinny-dipped, drank absinthe, went without food before overindulging. I drew models during the day and petted them at night. Paul is a painter these days, while Emile is a writer. Paul has missed the glory. But Emile has it all—fame, fortune, and the ideal spouse that Paul once adored. They criticize, adore, and adjudicate one another. They drift apart, then reconnect, like a couple infatuated with one another.
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They had the passion of thirteen-year-old boys in their love for one another. They shared everything: curiosity and rebellion, hopes and worries, girls and aspirations of glory. Paul had money, but Emile didn't. They skinny-dipped, drank absinthe, went without food before overindulging. I drew models during the day and petted them at night. Paul is a painter these days, while Emile is a writer. Paul has missed the glory. But Emile has it all—fame, fortune, and the ideal spouse that Paul once adored. They criticize, adore, and adjudicate one another. They drift apart, then reconnect, like a couple infatuated with one another.
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