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Gaito Gazdanov's Paris / 32
A night off
It sometimes happened that I was among those who emerged, late at night, from those lighted doorways.
I would see the taxis lined up and recognize those with whom I had worked the previous day, with whom I would work the following day, and I felt embarrassed – as if I had violated a professional ethic, by assuming a status that did not belong to me. [152]
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