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"You said you once had a frowny face, and look, you do have a frowny face!"
"I do not," I retort, frowning. "And I didn't. Who are you?"
"Call me River," she says, taking my hand. I try to withdraw it but she holds it fast. "You haven't met me yet."
I admit she's gorgeous, I'm at once drawn to her and suspicious. Strange women don't usually approach me in cafes.
"I just wanted to see for myself. Sleep now. Forget."
I must've been awfully tired, falling asleep like that, in public! I dreamt a beautiful woman held my hand….
