...is ... was twenty four when we met. A black out had occurred in DC and people were acting noticeably tense. I was taken to safety by an Eritrean priest but we both figured out that if the Queen of Ethiopia was not there, then I, not he, was going to jail. Now, I love to fashion conspiracy, so I shall never expect anyone to read this and attempt to understand what I have seen with my own eyes and on my own honor, save those who have been attentive and dilligent.
I don't recall her name. It is unimportant. Not only was it more than likely that such a lady had often been harassed by aggressive adolescents, it was evident in her scorn for men. She, after all, was richer than several countries.
To describe her is somewhat revealing. She was almost caucasian and would be mistaken for such but for her hair. Her accent was deep Sudan... very... appealing and funny... because she looked white. She was studying Economics ...somewhere.. but people like that don't live on earth. Why was I there? At the time she was the one person more intelligent than me.. she had mastered the Nagast... like joke like joke...
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...Things have a way of working out... because I had met a woman I deeply loved just the day before, whom I had just met that morning, I was not depressed when HM left... but it is hard to appreciate what it's like for the two of us... often...
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