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The Woman In The Crowd





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THE YEAR 2045, WHEN HUMANS WILL HAVE MEMORY CHIPS INSTEAD OF THE BRAIN..
"Behave yourself, and don't come out before we tell you to. I'll be keeping an eye on you, so don't go out of the hall."said Mom. Even though I'm 15, and way past to be told not to talk to strangers, here I was, being lectured. We were at this party-beeep-ya now I remember-beeep-sorry.
So sorry about that. That happens to me a lot, mostly because my brother fiddles with my chip comartpentm! BEEEEP-he did it again. Wait....ya he's gone. So, it was my uncle's wedding. I was just sitting in a corner as I didn't know anybody. I was waiting for the guy who brought the starters, as I was drained. I was about to run(across the hall), but I was too tired for that too. Luckily, I found something to drink. 

Then, suddenly, the doors opened, and a pretty, fair, tall and what more-woman came through. She was wearing black nail polish, and high heels. Something about her was familiar...yes, something was. I observed that she went at the back of the crowd. I followed her like a pig floating towards food. She took some brandy, and sat down. I followed her every move, except for the brandy. I didn't, and couldn't take my eyes off her. There was something that made me feel she was...related to me. I said, "Excuse me, who are you?" She turned back, and laughed in the most familiar kind of laugh. "Nice one, really!",she said. I was puzzled, so she DID know me. But I wouldn't have forgotten her if I'd seen her before. "Um, what do you mean?"
She gave me the most memorable answer I've ever received in my entire life;
"Really? Stop it Nick! Did you really think you could make your MOTHER fall for that?"
I stopped dead, "Mother?"
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