Suddenly, no one, including me, was in Guescheste anymore; they weren't in Miami or Cuba; they weren't in the present, or the future, but floating somewhre in the formless, timeless space of memory.
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Suddenly, no one, including me, was in Guescheste anymore; they weren't in Miami or Cuba; they weren...
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