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While he wanted, mostly, to land face first in the squeaking pile of springs he barely deigned to call a 'bed' and pass out for several hours, something else tinged in the pit of his stomach. Hours of hot, tight quarters had not left a man like Peter Nureyev without ideas; most of them involved a partner, but he could improvise. Some of the best cons he'd ever pulled had been one-man acts.