"Close your eyes and form your lips like this! Well, do you remember now? Were your lips on the same level as his?"
I'm trying to help my sister recall a German summer fling from her teenage years. We're having lunch in a gem of a vegetarian restaurant, and the only thing not to our liking is the coffee made from grain, which tastes like grain. The rest of the food is good enough to make us wonder why we would ever want meat again.
When we've sorted out the summer fling guy, we discuss the guy from Kansas who I used to call So Close And Yet So Far Away, and the guy from Burkina Faso who disappeared so mysteriously.
The guy at the next table is reading a book called The Art of Mind-Reading.
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