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I held onto the feeling as the elevator reached the parkade and I opened my eyes. It wasn’t overly precise, but now, at least, I understood how Anima could have a hard time narrowing it down. Unlike my comparison to grabbing a rope, the feeling was more just a general direction. I climbed into the Mustang and soon I was on the road.I soon found out that once I had the feeling in my mind, it was there when I wanted it. This was lucky, because my connection to Yuki faded after a minute of driving. I followed that vague sense of direction through the downtown core and across the river. As I drove through the river valley residential area, I became surrounded by that vague feeling, and then it was behind me. I pulled into a gas station to grab a drink as I pondered my next move.The feeling had been contained to three blocks. Four at the most. I climbed back into the Mustang with my bottle of water and a local road map, then drove back into the residential neighborhood. This time I paid. "I don't quite understand why you're doing this to me," I asked Linda. She smiled and told me that she had always wanted a boyfriend who could also be her girlfriend. Someone who wasn't hung up on macho bullshit and would understand some of the difficulties a woman has to endure. "But why embarrass me in front of those clerks?" I wanted to know."Well it was only a little embarrassing," she said, "but that old lady in the shoe store was certainly looking at you funny." She laughed heartily at her little joke but I continued to feel as if everyone was looking at me and didn't join in. "Tell you what," she said, "if you play along with this all day today then I promise you an evening of incredible sex and tomorrow I will play along with any games that you might have. Look at the bright side, at least you're finding out that red is definitely one of your colours." She giggled mischievously again and I could feel her foot in my lap! Slowly she moved her toes back and forth and I could.
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