Protean
From Chameleon to Protean (sans Tour Montparnasse!) http://wp.me/p5FM1y-hA
“A chameleon,” I explained with a smile, as high above Paris as one generally gets for appetizers and cocktails. Excepting the silly Tour Montparnasse, of course.
The mother of my friend –– not quite a girlfriend, but an attractive, charming young lady who distracted me briefly at the tail end of my twenties –– was shocked.
A chameleon, she assured me without wavering even out of politeness, is a…
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