Love, love, love? That one word that is now stuck in my head.
I thought she hated me. Is this a trick? I do not understand, we have had no contact, how could she love me? I do not even know her name. But I must meet her now and ask her about this. But how? We have never had any contact before. That would look strange to a spy. We must converse in a secret place, where no one will know what we are talking about, I just have to meet her.
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