Andrew Atroshenko Just for Love

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she's rather taken with you,' he said. Cohen sighed.
If I wash twenty yearsh younger,' he said wistfully.
'Yes?'
'I'd be shixty-sheven.'
'What's that got to do with it?'
'Well – how can I put it? When I wash a young man, carving my name in the world, well, then I liked my women red-haired and fiery.'
'Ah.'
'And then I grew a little older and for preference I looked for a woman with blonde hair, and the glint of the world in her eye.'
'Oh? Yes?'
'But then I grew a little older again and I came to see the point of dark women of a sultry nature.'
He paused. same air as the greatest hero of all time.
'Is he perhapsh being sharcashtic?' said Cohen to Rincewind.
'No. He's always like that.'
Cohen turned in his saddle. Twoflower beamed at him, and waved proudly. Cohen turned back, and grunted.
'He's got eyesh, hashn't he?'Rincewind waited.'And?' he said. 'Then what? What is it that you look for in a woman now?'Cohen turned one rheumy blue eye on him.'Patience,' he said.'I can't believe it!' said a voice behind them. 'Me riding ith Cohen the Barbarian!'It was Twoflower. Since early morning he had been like a monkey with the key to the banana plantation after discovering he was breathing the
'Yes, but they don't work like other people's. Take it from me. I mean – well, you know the Horse people's yurt, where we were last night?'