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We'd been talking for twenty minutes and I still didn't know her / name. She wasn't being secretive or coy or holding out on me / because she didn't trust me as much as I trusted her. I just hadn't / gotten around to asking her, because we were both still talking / about what had happened at the bar and it was so closely tied in / with what was happening in New York and London and Paris and every / big city on Earth -- and on Mars as well -- that it dwarfed our puny / selves -- extra-special as the blonde's puny self happened to be from the / male point of view.
I didn't know whether she was Helen or Barbara, Anne or Ruth or / Tanya. I just knew that she was beautiful and that we were sipping / Martinis and looking out through a wide picture window at New Chicago's / lakeshore parklands enveloped in a twilight glow.