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What’s in a name?

without comments

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Come to think of it, names weren’t exchanged, though I’m sure he — and everyone else — knew mine, and perhaps he had assumed I knew his too. (I do, of course.)

But what did names matter with only a few hours to landfall? He had scooted over quickly enough, having finally found his opening — too many missed opportunities the last couple of days. (My bad, of course.)

I hadn’t realised that he had a nice smile, actually; and it was one that came easily.

And then it was time to go back to our own worlds, where I would always be just over half a day ahead, and he, just under half a day behind.

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I need to stop running.

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So, what’s in a name?

Quite a fair amount of information, really, as the internet can attest to — or a seasoned stalker. Cough :-)

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Written by The Intimate Stranger

August 31st, 2011 at 1:30 am

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