She was then again, it seemed, in the aisle, near the exit, at the edge of the empty row.
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Somehow she was again in the aisle.
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"Excuse me," said someone.
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Why was she in the aisle? Why had she left the empty row? Why had she not exited the auditorium? Was she putting herself before him? Did she want him to see her? Surely not.
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If so, why? How strange is memory! She was tempted to approach him.
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Surely he must be a relation, perhaps even the son, of he whom she had known, so many years before.
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It could not be a simple, merely uncanny coincidence, surely not.
She was then again, it seemed, in the aisle, near the exit, at the edge of the empty row.
Somehow she was again in the aisle.
"Excuse me," said someone.
Why was she in the aisle? Why had she left the empty row? Why had she not exited the auditorium? Was she putting herself before him? Did she want him to see her? Surely not.
If so, why? How strange is memory! She was tempted to approach him.
Surely he must be a relation, perhaps even the son, of he whom she had known, so many years before.
It could not be a simple, merely uncanny coincidence, surely not.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )