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  • He was landing. Shortly, he would have seen her. He had so many things to tell her. They had had little chance to talk in the last week. He had been busy following the new financial bill, while she was organizing a meeting.
    Usually they called each other often during the week, they had remained good friends, despite the fact they were living in two different continents. He often miscalculated the time zone, and would regularly wake her up in the middle of the night. Once in a while they would share their sentimental stories. Over the last year, he had been with at least four different girls, and everytime he would tell her that he had finally found the right one. He had even gone to live with one of them, but it lasted only three months. The problem was that after a while he no longer knew what to talk about. He had lots of interests… art exhibits, books, music, wood, films… but usually he would end up with girl friends interested only in shopping, the gymn and disco’s. Talking with Ambre was a bit like talking with himself. At times while pursuing different paths, they would reach the same conclusion. That’s why when he asked her: “Shall we do something during the Carnival?” she answered “I was just thinking about it…”, and after a simultaneous pause they crossed out London, Nice, Koln, Rio de Janeiro and Venice… To then blurt out in unison: “New Orleans?” while bursting out laughing.
    He undid his seat belt, picked up his luggage and deplaned. He couldn’t wait to hug her.
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