by Ernest Hemingway One hot evening in Padua they carried him up onto
the roof and he could look out over the top of the town. There were
chimney swifts in the sky. After a while it got dark and the
searchlights came out. The others went down and took the bottles with
them. He and Luz could hear them below on the balcony. Luz sat on the
bed. She was cool and fresh in the hot
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