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I Know You

“I know you, she said again, more confident in her memory, you were the one screaming at a telecommunications office in Victoria Island some days ago. I remember thinking and perhaps saying oh fuck, and immediately inserting all the little ideas she must’ve formed of the scene. As though sensing my thoughts, she began to describe the day, exacting the shirt I wore that Wednesday. It occurred to me then that she was the sort of person who was also used to being noticed, too. With heels, she stood almost same height with me, she had on silky straight wig parted in the middle. Her dress went a little over her knees but was still flattering, its fabric as gleeful as candy wrappers..”

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