A second later, when he looked up at me, we were face to face, and again, even under these circumstances, I was struck by how good looking he was, in that accidental, doesn't-even-know-it kind of way. Which only made it worse. Or better. Or whatever. "Yup", he said, as if there'd been any doubt, "you're in there, all right."
"I was warned, too,"I told him, as he stood up. "I just saw that sculpture, and I got distracted."
"The sculpture?" He looked at it, then at me. "Oh, right. Because you know it.

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