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I went there to disappear, but she found me nonetheless. She sat down at my table, directly opposite me, and just watched me with those big, brown eyes as I swilled the drink around my glass. Courteous, she waited until I’d downed my whisky before hitting me with her words. “We need your help.”
Category: Literary Sojourns Tags: bar, covert, hero, meeting, save the world
Observations of The Urban Spaceman 
Things humans said