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| It was late, but Hart showed no desire to leave, sex with my mom so we sat talking for a while. We got around to some personal aspects of his life, and I learned that his parents were both dead; that he and his sister had inherited some money from them, and his sister was a business go-getter who viewed Harts way of life as unprofitable. Eventually Hart rose to leave, but as he stood he said to me, Hannah, would you allow me to paint your portrait? | |
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