Shanti shifted her chair closer. “I can't explain it … something about him I don't know what it is … it feels like an electrical charge when I’m near him ... I literally get weak in the knees. It’s like I’ve known him all my life, but I hardly know him at all.” She took the cigarette from the ashtray and stared out into the distance. “Anyway,” she said, exhaling a column of smoke. “He's gone.”
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