I was at a spy conference in Washington, D.C. There were people there I had met at previous conferences. One lady passed me a note insisting I tell her if her boyfriend, also a spy, was seeing other women.
There were transitions like:
* walking through underground tunnels and office hallways
*meeting someone at a previous conference, and then not being sure I met that person later on
* seeing a person shrink and ride a miniaturized motorcycle while walking beside him through a parking lot.
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