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“
Which
bar
are
you
in
?
”
“
Why
did
you
send
me
the
books
,
Christian
?
”
“
Anastasia
,
where
are
you
?
Tell
me
now
.
”
His
tone
is
so
…
so
dictatorial
,
his
usual
control
freak
.
I
imagine
him
as
an
old
-
time
movie
director
wearing
jodhpurs
,
holding
an
old
-
fashioned
megaphone
and
a
riding
crop
.
The
image
makes
me
laugh
out
loud
.
“
You
’
re
so
…
domineering
.
”
I
giggle
.
“
Ana
,
so
help
me
,
where
the
fuck
are
you
?
”
Christian
Grey
is
swearing
at
me
.
I
giggle
again
.
“
I
’
m
in
Portland
…
’
s
a
long
way
from
Seattle
.
”
“
Where
in
Portland
?
”
“
Good
night
,
Christian
.
”
“
Ana
!
”
I
hang
up
.
Ha
!
Though
he
didn
’
t
tell
me
about
the
books
.
I
frown
.
Mission
not
accomplished
.
I
am
really
quite
drunk
—
my
head
swims
uncomfortably
as
I
shuffle
with
the
line
.
Well
,
the
object
of
the
exercise
was
to
get
drunk
.
I
have
succeeded
.
This
is
what
it
’
s
like
—
probably
not
an
experience
to
be
repeated
.
