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The curb is dry but you still parked your car half way up the pavement. The empty glasses of yesterday still linger in your head, can't decide which is up and which is down and the colours are too bright. But her face won't vanish from your brain. On the bridge, in the forest, near the lake: You see her everywhere. She vanished for a second as you emptied the last glass, but only until you regained consciousness. Then she returned, like someone had pulled back the veil that just temporarily hid her. You drive past her house in the distance, but don't dare to get closer. You're afraid she won't be waiting for you when you get there. You can h