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did manage to get up for breakfast
the next morning, but we were moving awful slow. We were joined at the table
by an elderly couple. "Newlyweds?" the man asked.
"Yes -- but how did you know?" Victoria asked, amazed by the man's mind-
reading power.
"We're in room B, next to you," his wife explained. There was a smile in
her wrinkled eyes, but both Victoria and I blushed. "Oh, don't worry," the
woman continued. "Surely you don't believe that you're the first newlyweds
to ever celebrate on the train."
"Ye-es. Saori Furuya hasn't been able to get enough of train travel since _our_
wedding night," the man continued, holding his wife's hand. The way that
they looked at each other dissolved the embarrassment we had felt. The
breakfast conversation was animated and entertaining.
"They love each other as much as we do. Is wonderful. But ours is for-
ever," Victoria said once we were back in the room. We arrived in New York
and went straight to the airport. We flew to Paris, and spent a few romantic
evenings there while our clocks adjusted. We indulged our deepest urge fre-
quently. Paris' many narrow streets are fertile hunti
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