"Rick nodded and passed around photo copies of a print out of a half a dozen pages from a web site. "The Kalinin is looking for storytellers. As you know we track web sites of possible interest and we've been following this one, largely because it came up in some routine searches we do on keywords like 'Kushtia', 'slavery', and so on. They've had quite a thread going on in their forum about the whole Cultural Exchange Programme thing and it hasn't been the usual 'Oh! Oh! Human Rights!' stuff either. Anyway we wondered if this might be a route to finding some story tellers — they've got quite an active group of authors and some of the stuff is quite literate. Anyway, cut to the chase, we've identified a group that might fit requirements as far as their story telling ability and physical attributes are concerned and a collection opportunity. The only problem is that the timescales are a bit like Sarah' skirts, somewhere between way too tight and far too tight." Rick smirked. Freddie. And he moved out of the café. He was gone.Anne felt she was ready to cry. She had to go after him, find out where he lived, approach him to make him belong to her, for ever. She stood up, leaving her startled friends behind as well as her jacket and handbag. It all didn’t matter, she just had to find that man.Outside the café was nobody. Anne ran quickly trough the neighbouring streets, but she didn’t find him. She wasready to let everything go for him, to throw away her life she lived so far. For hours she searched the city. It began to rain, but she still ran trough the streets, freezing cold and not sure if the water on her cheeks was rain or tears or both. She was desperate.After two more hours she decided to go home. Maybe that man would come to the café again, maybe they could meet another time. But maybe, he wasn’t even interested in her. He didn’t smile, like Miguel did. He didn’t turn red like Tom or offered her a drink, like Mr. Burroghs would’ve done. Pondering she walked.
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