She vanished, just disappeared. I thought she was inside the café but maybe she was outside. One minute she was reading the paper beside me and the next - gone. All I could see was a man strolling down the street. Did he feel her drift past him? Or did he think it was a little gust of wind.
Memories are like that. You can’t really hold onto them, they ju…
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