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She had a very large, open apartment; he wouldn't have been surprised if it took up the entire floor.  This, naturally, raised questions about who she was, how she was able to afford it, and several other, more audacious issues. "So what's going on?" he asked. "What happened yesterday?"

"I have a theory," she replied. "You know the quote 'all the world's a stage?'"

"Of course.  'All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players,'" he recited.

"Right, that-"

This was going to be one of those days.

A squirt emitted from an invisible hole in the cup, just as Teywa tried to take a sip from it. Smelly brown liquid, a terrible parody of a coffee, splattered all over her white shirt, ruining it forever.

On the background an ear-cutting sound repeated itself over and over, along with hits and bumps. Another unfortunate soul tried to get some coffee from one of those ancient wedding machines. They still used paper currency here, would you believe?

On Shania's suggestion I decided to spend some time away from the beach.  She recommended a spot just a few miles out of town, a plot of wide open undeveloped land, away from power lines and airplane flight paths.  It wasn't visited that often, she said, but when I arrived there was already someone there.

She was a blonde wearing a black unitard with a blue stripe running down either side.  You know, before I got into this I didn't even know that was what you called leotards with legs.  If nothing else it's been a learning experience.