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I saw her across the street. She was tall. She was beautiful. I waved and she did not wave back. It was a beautiful day. I followed her and she looked back from time to time. She smiled at me. I know she did. I was working in an office at the time, for a big company. In London. London is a very big city. I cannot drive a motor car, so I liked London because of the buses. They were red.

I followed her home. She looked back more often. That's how I knew. So I waited outside the door to the block of flats and she came out later. I tried to explain but she shouted and shouted. I just wanted her to stop shouting and shouting. And so I tried to stop her and eventually I did. She was beautiful and still.