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Even now, almost six months after it all started, I still have trouble believing it happened, and is still going on. It was a rare day off for me and I was on the train heading into the city and looking through the rental column in the paper trying to find somewhere to live. "Michael? Michael Cooper? Is that you?" I looked up to see who was talking to me, and saw someone I thought I'd never see again. I first met Melissa Wu when we were 8 and fell in love with her right there. She was the first Eurasian girl I'd ever seen, even before I knew what Eurasian was. Her mother was an actress in those cheap cheesy soft-core horror movies and her father was some kind of old school triad or something. Between the two of them they were worth about a squillion bucks, and Mel was their only child. Luckily, she had inherited her mothers looks, tinted just lightly with a touch of China. My family had moved away when I was 17, just before graduation, and I'd lost contact with her. Not that there was ever any contact to loose. I was a geeky kid, and she was one of the beautiful people. Now here she was 8 years later, right in front of me. I didn't even know she knew my name. She sat down next me, close enough for our knees to touch and asked me, " What have you been up to? You look great." I quickly told her how when we moved I decided to go the whole 'new home, new life' road. I hit the weights to build confidence as well as muscle, got my chefs apprenticeship, was working hard to earn the money to open my own restaurant and the 'Ice Queen' had kicked me out about 3 weeks ago, so now I needed somewhere to live. "I've got plenty of room at my place," she said. "My dad bought me a penthouse for graduation. There's only me and Rachel, and 3 ...

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