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It was snowing; he was dreaming. The coffee (third) was cooling; he was dreaming. Of the girl with the light brown hair, blue eyes and captivating smile. Staring out of the window down into the corporate car-park did little to lessen the pain of having left her behind at Eurostar, Paris. He had her e-mail and phone, but it just wasn’t the same. It had been just like a film: boy meet girl; girl meets boy. No need for too many words just being together around Paris: cafes, museums and his cheap hotel room.
It was snowing; he was dreaming.