Laughing, she said, 'But we never had lunch together - in a bistro or anywhere else.'
'Are you sure?'
'And I never had any thought of being a journalist.'
'Really?'
'That must have been another girl. Is that what you writers do?' she asked. 'Bunch the girls in your lives all up together?'
'In a piece of writing maybe,' I said. 'But not usually in our memories.'
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