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Palakon offers hs politely and sets it on the table in front of irl who looks like a cross between Patricia Hart down a runway, the letters DKNY vaguely legible in the background, photos of her with Naoon a couch in what looks like a studio at Industria, two of her walking a se and one, which looks as if it was taken with a telephoto lens, of hertoward the rim of that lawn before it drops offinto the valley below, nicknao

The second set of shots abruptly place her in front of the Burlington Arcade in London, on Greek Street in Soho, in front of the American Airlines terminal at Heathrow The third set I coin and Markus Schenkenberg, where we’re’60’s-inspired sear I’ white trousers and a Nautica tank top and she’s looking ataround with hula hoops; another has us dancing on a patio; in one I’ out an arc of water while she bends down at water’s edgefor me to come closer Since I do not remember this shoot at all, I start to close the folder, unable to look at any more photos My first reaction is: that’s not me

"Does this help yourmy bicep curled around Michael’s neck before I close the folder "Jesus, that must’ve been the year everyone wore Levi’s with ripped knees"

"It, u confused

"Is this the girl who signed hts?" I ask "FAR?"

"Uh his file "She was a"-he squints at a sheet of paper-"a pot activist Does that help?"

"Not enough, baby" I open the folder again "Is this the girl I met at Spiros Niarchos’s fortieth-birthday party?"

"No"

"How do you know?"

"We-I-know that you did not meet Jamie Fields at Spiros Niarchos’s fortieth-birthday party" Palakon closes his eyes, squeezing the bridge of his nose "Please, Mr Ward"

I just stare at him I decide to try another tactic I lean in to Palakon, which causes him to lean toward me hopefully