they
knew
“so
very
little”
about
each other,
hadn’t
they said ‘no
questions’?,
they
were already splashing about in their affair,
dancing
in Ilsa’s apartment,
when
she told him that there had been another “man” in her life
(but he’s
dead, he’s
dead),
only
on
their last date,
at
the La Belle Aurore café,
did
they learn
that
“say”,
ten
years before this, before
Paris,
he
had been “looking for a job”, and she
had
had
her
bite
fixed
that
was all, and that
was
fine
with
them
then
but
then Ilsa failed to join him at the Gare
de Lyon,
had
left a note saying Icannotgowithyouoreverseeyouagain blah
blah,
so
now,
in
Casablanca,
in his surly
mood,
Rick
can only draw on this shallow well,
the
maybe-
not-
thoroughly-
defunct
man,
her
orthodontic records
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