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You act surprised. “Wait – Inez?”
She pauses, giving you a quick look up and down.
"Sorry," she tells you. "My name is Hortense."
The answer throws you and your brain skips a beat. By the time you've thought of something to say she's already gone.
Well, that was a whole lot of nothing, you think to yourself. The fact of the matter is that you've got all the time in the world, though – literally – so there's no reason to stop trying. You jump back sixty seconds into the hallway full of people, half of them already texting someone on their phones.
Inez appears. You decide to
Or you can think better of it, deciding instead to
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