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2 You look and look, saying to yourself - "so there a man here could be my friend, a woman I could ? ?" The pain I was in kept me a little detached. I thought I am pretty churly. It was odd, in the oblong looking glass - at the front of my car - by which you can look back along the road drawn rectangle I saw the only face that stayed. Why can man ?. The face - that of a woman - was in another car, across the street. What had happened to her. She was beautiful, had stayed.