He approached and, in a timid attempt to put his arm around my shoulder, touched my leg. He looked into my eyes and, with the smile of someone who has just fallen in love, said, “Anna, you and I have nothing to do.” I brushed his hand off my leg and hugged him. As I fell onto his shoulder, I whispered in his ear, “I knew it.”
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