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CLI. As It Is
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2022-04-19 22:56:41Essi's life remains as a series of meetings. Except that Oneil makes the difference. The memory of travlling from Paris to Bordeaux together with him lingers in her mind. She could even insert Pachelbel's Canon in D to indulge in the reminiscence that time allows her to do. But the song from her music got interrupted by the call through their residential landline.
"Is this Essi?" a voice of a familiar woman emerged.
"Yes, speaking. Who is this?"
"I'm Niana Mercator. Can I have a time to talk with you?"
Essi barely remembers Oneil's distant relatives. The name remains familiar. But the intention was still unspoken.
"May I know for what is this about?"
"Somehow concerning Oneil. But I also like to meet you."
It wouldn't hurt her time if she has to spend it with some of Oneil's family members. She might as well just take it as a reason to go downtown and wait for Oneil after his work.
"Sure, where do you want us to meet?"
N
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