# 1 – Prologue

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Their paths crossing was the culmination of decades of truly demented events.  If any one of them had not occurred, they would have found themselves somewhere else that night.  As it was, Liza was sitting one row behind him, two seats down.  He penetrated her perpetual daydream the minute he walked into class.  Now she was staring at him, trying to figure out why she was staring at him.

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