It felt like a nightmare but I knew it was real. The cruise ship was leaving the island precisely at 4 and I couldn’t find the wharf. Lost in a universe of stupid inside-out Mediterranean houses forever showing me only blank walls, alleyways turning and twisting with no end in sight, I ran in panic down one dead end after another, the feeling that I had done this all before in the front my mind.
The specimen seems confused by this new maze. Perhaps the scenario is wrong. Let’s try the lure of sex next instead of the fear of abandonment.
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