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I remember the day I first saw her. I remember that day well. The heat from the sun, the mixed aromas of coffee and car exhausts as we sat in an outdoor cafe. I was alone, of course, but she wasn’t. A punk ass was with her. Some chatty hollywood wannabe wearing a fifty dollar tee shirt and fancy sneakers. I had no interest in him. Weaklings neither excite or challenge my… darker sensibilities. My intuition told me that she secretly held the same disdain for him. Maybe it was the way she blew...