I didn’t of course, once again, catch my plane on time; I think I was about three or four days late before heading out. But the night before I left, as if a was living a nightmare or had just awaken from a dream, I walked into the café after having come in for the evening to have my late cup of coffee, which sometimes is from sunrise to sunrise, where I then looked around the place, (and a room that, as I said, has equally as many women as men sitting there, talking, eating, drinking, they don’t serve alcohol; a soft drink or tea, etc., playing video games or sitting with friends, and quickly, though I wouldn’t, and where at least until this very moment, say this is one of my ulterior motives for frequenting the place; to see a beautiful face) when I suddenly realized that there wasn’t one single woman in the café. I thought it peculiar as I sat there and tired to ponder on this event, but couldn’t figure out why, nor could I, maybe because of the shock, ask any of the men that either worked there or were sitting there as usual, where had they gone; though they seemed not as surprised as I was. I took it as an extraordinary coincidence, and went up to my room for a few hours before deciding to go out for supper, knowing that I would have gone back to sleep and have awaken from the nightmare that I was now having, and things would have returned back to normal.
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