Rough Road to Happiness

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I took him home from the Tree of Idleness, café, the young man with the big, dark, bedroom eyes. He was not the usual sort of man I picked up at the Tree of Idleness, but I was in the mood for something different. He seemed gentle and obliging and easily forgotten. But Lawrence was a musician, and he had passion, and in the end he was far from demure or gentle, and he could never be forgotten.