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It had to be Tania, I thought, though for the life of myself, I couldn't understand why. I barely knew her, and I doubted whether I'd even had a chance to meet the real Tania Chong yet. Oh, I'd seen the angry one yesterday night at the cinema for saying the wrong words and the mea culpa one on MSN just a little while ago, but I had no idea how she behaved under ordinary circumstances. I suspected that she had a good sense of humor, though on close reflection, I couldn't pin down the reason I thought so.

And she was no doubt intelligent, though he could have deduced that on the basis of her job. But other than that...I tried and failed to picture her on a date. Still, I was glad she'd come by, if only to give us a chance to start over as good friends. One thing I'd learned was that 'A chicken-out ' spirit without trying could make a person miserable.

Common courtesy, it sometimes seemed to me, was going the way of dinosaurs, and the last thing I wanted was for Tania to feel any reason to avoid me. Maybe I'd invite her for lunch next time with the cell mates...

Yeah, I thought, I'll do that. The decision made, I gathered my lesson books and started back towards my car. As I got in the car, I found myself thinking about Tania and wondering whether she'd ever gone skateboarding or doing some extreme games. It seemed unlikely, but at the same time, I had the strange feeling that unlike most of my exes, she would be up for either of those things, given the opportunity. I wasn't sure why and as I start my engine I tried to dismiss the notion, doing my best to convince myself it didn't matter. She won't like me. End of story. Except for the fact tat, somehow it did.

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