Blowup: San Francisco Page #5

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The future bore our love no more

If you want to know

I love you so

And I don't wanna let you go

I'm strollin' on

Gonna make you see

I'm strollin' on

You'll find you really love me

I'm strollin' on

Be your turn to cry

I'm strollin' on

You wish you'd never lied

You're gonna change your mind

You ain't gonna find

any more of my kind

Hey.

What do you want?

Ron?

Give me a minute, will you?

Ron.

Someone's been killed.

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Listen. Those pictures I took in the park.

I thought you were supposed

to be in Paris.

I am in Paris.

Here, have a drag.

I want you to see the corpse.

We've got to get a shot of it.

I'm not a photographer.

I am.

What's the matter with him?

What did you see in that park?

Nothing.

Ron?

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