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Sport 14: Autumn 1995

SATURDAY:

page 156

SATURDAY:

It was Saturday. My face was red from the sun. She was sitting on the couch reading.

Another time? I asked.

She looked up. The sun through the window fell on her face. The light was harsh but she looked attractive—her eyes were bright, she was smiling.

Another time she said would be better.