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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 90 He had encountered Lindsay earlier in the hallway. She had fixed Feste in a wet stare, pointed at him, and like destiny commanded he follow without knowing where she led. Feste felt weird afterwards and different somehow. He thought he felt better, though the idea struck him as strange, since he didn't quite understand what he felt better about, just better. Wholesome. A little dizzy perhaps, but also strong, invigorated. It freaked him out. "This is special," he admitted and could tell by the look of her that Lindsay understood what he meant, and agreed. Their coupling had been special, though by no means unique or rare. "I hope you won't let it change things between us," she said. "God, no. I like being strangers." "Me too," she said and giggled. She leaned across the bed and kissed him on the forehead. "Maybe you should stop doing this," Feste said. "There's something wrong about it." Lindsay said, "You don't understand." "It's not good for you." "It is." Feste was having a hard time thinking straight. He had vertigo and the sweats. "You don't have to be like this," he said. "I do." "Something's happening to me," he said, but Lindsay told him not to worry, he would be fine, he just needed to lie down and wait for it to pass. She stroked his hair and |