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than a minute, while in others she was there for days or weeks. It seemed the

more lives she lived, the harder it was to feel at home anywhere.
e trouble was that eventually Nora began to lose any sense of who she
was. Like a whispered word passed around from ear to ear, even her name
began to sound like just a noise, signifying nothing.

‘It’s not working,’ she told Hugo, in her last proper conversation with him,
in that beach bar in Corsica. ‘It’s not fun any more. I am not you. I need
somewhere to stay. But the ground is never stable.’
‘ e fun is in the jumping, mon amie.’

‘But what if it’s in the landing?’
And that was the moment he had returned to his purgatorial video store.
‘I’m sorr y,’ his other self said, as he sipped his wine and the sun set behind
him, ‘I’ve forgotten who you are.’

‘Don’t worr y,’ she said. ‘So have I.’
As she too faded away like the sun that had just been swallowed by the
horizon.