As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my s — Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
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As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my senses.--"Tango

— Kurt Vonnegut Jr., While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction
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