Oh Yves

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The man made poetry framed around a woman's body.

A perfect gentleman. I remember him sewing me into my dress the day Frost Enterprises opened its Paris office.

If anyone is looking for me, I shall be drinking fine cognac and mourning the fact that the world has lost an artist.

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I really should not be surprised that he sewed you into a dress, and yet, I was. Briefly.