you will hear that she has left the country...that there was a gift she wanted you to have...but it is lost before it reaches you...late on night the telephone will sing...and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken....
several years later...from a taxi...you will see someone in a doorway who look like her...but she will be gone by the time you pursuade the driver to stop...you will never see her again...
whenever it rains you will think of her...
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