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Years later, we bumped into each other at the club. She was waiting for me, really, but I didn’t mind. There will always be something about her that just kills me, and she knows it. Is that why she’d come? What do I care? I’d been lonely for too long. When she saw me, she took one final puff from her cigarette, then stamped it out and looked up at me — hopefully, and a little afraid. So I said ‘Hey’, as though nothing had gone down.… Lees gerust door