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“Now Holloway felt vaguely uncomfortable.”
He knew he knew her from SOMEWHERE, but he could not for the life of him recall where.
Holloway approached her with an air of recognition, no sense in letting HER know he didn’t recognize her. “Hey, how are you?” He reached out his hand to take hers.
“Oh, Mr. Holloway!” she immediately replied. Now he was in for it. She knew him and he should know her. Damn his poor memory! Who the heck was this lady? He hoped that their continued association would neatly reveal her identity to him, if he stayed the course.