Have you seen me? Anywhere?
she asked.
What?
I’ve lost myself and I’m hoping
you know where I am.
Well, you’re here.
You know, right here. Now.
Not really, she said. It’s not me.
It doesn’t feel like me. You know?
I’m sorry.
Thank you ... but will that help?
Where do you guess
you lost yourself?
I’ve been in love …
And?
… and he left.
Oh, I see.
Yes.
Perhaps if you look elsewhere.
Where?
Well ...
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