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The next day I was just hanging out in Brooklyn down by the water.
I did a lot of thinking about Amandine and that hand on my knee. And what I concluded was, well, the reason I was so taken aback by her gesture of affection was because, well... ...well... I'm into her. |
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The next day... Amandine called to ask if I was busy Friday night. She said she wanted to play some pool or listen to some music or something. "What are you doing?" she wanted to know. "Nothing," I said. "I'm free." |
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