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Saturday, June 20, 2015


George just needed a minute to think. None of the landmarks around him looked familiar. He was looking up at street signs and they were written in a language he didn’t understand. And his body -- well, it wasn’t even HIS body. It was the body of some woman. He tried to take a moment to assess, eventually selecting a spot to sit down by a fountain. Nothing in the woman’s purse was particularly helpful. It too was in a foreign language -- her ID, any information, even a small map he found. He took a deep breath as he put his hand on his head. Someone had to be able to explain what was going on to him. He couldn’t be the only one in a strange place and in a strange body, right?

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