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My name is Matt
I haven't seen Lucy Bastin for many years. Last
time I saw her she was living in Birmingham
but she might have spent some time in Leicester
studying. I met her when she was at Cambridge
University having a miserable time. I think
she was attracted to me for a time but I was
too obtuse to see it and I only sensed it in
retrospect.
She was my friend in a very tangible way: when
I saw her it was because the two of us wanted
to spend time together. Our paths never crossed
casually. We lived in different cities. Our
mutual friends hardly overlapped. We worked
in different fields. A point arrived when suddenly
I felt that I had lost touch with her. I think
of her from time to time and I miss her. |
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