the inscrutable drystan b. fawcett (![]() ![]() |
"Is that—er—" That was the moment he stopped and realized that this might not have been a case of mistaken identity after all. Surely if she were looking for someone else, she would have realized by now, sitting so close to him and for such a long time, that he was not that particular someone?
But what could a woman he'd never met before in his life want with him?
Trying to quickly memorize her features, he realized she did seem familiar to him, but it could simply be that she had one of those faces that resembled someone, if one tried hard enough to look. "I'm sorry," Drystan said finally, "what relation do you believe you have with me, again?"
But what could a woman he'd never met before in his life want with him?
Trying to quickly memorize her features, he realized she did seem familiar to him, but it could simply be that she had one of those faces that resembled someone, if one tried hard enough to look. "I'm sorry," Drystan said finally, "what relation do you believe you have with me, again?"
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