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It
was time.
In about 10 seconds, she’s going to come through those
doors and take a quick look around, like she was ashamed of what she’s about to
do. And then, seeing just the normal crowd minding their own business, she’s
going to walk quickly towards me.
She’ll lean forward, keeping her voice in a low whisper,
speaking slowly but urgently. Most of the time, I find myself leaning forward
too, to catch her every word, hear every lilt in her voice, feel her very
breath wrapped around her secrets.
