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The Cambrige Bar, April 28th of 2005.
The bar is crowded tonight. Cat comes out among the people. She brings a glass of white wine in her hand, in spite of that, she’s moving with the grace and confidence of a wild animal.
She kisses me and smiles. I react in surprise; here it’s not very usual say hello in this way.
‘Like this kiss has to be a good story’ she winking me and finishes tellling ‘you have to Keep It Sort and Simple’ ‘You are …. ‘ I stat to tell her but she is already moving away from me and disappearing again.
I tell myselft ‘Sort…too sort ‘ like her company.