Aristocratic Soul

As I walk the aristocratic blocks of Greenwich Village and Gramercy, seems to me that my aristocratic dog Chiquito is right by my side. I miss him very much. He and I understood each other. We both had champagne tastes and didn’t try to change one another. He accepted me and I accepted him.

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