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Feeling like I might suffocate or hyperventilate, I get up and run from the darkened theatre. Before long, Syd follows me. "What's wrong, Sweets?" he asks, sounding truly concerned.
"Do they know? How can they know? Is he a plant? Is this a trick?" I ask Syd desperately. Even though deep-down I know that he has no idea what I'm talking about, I can't seem to stop asking him the questions that are burning through my brain. Syd's bewildered expression confirms that I have thoroughly confused him. "They can't know, can they?"
"Who can't know what? You're not making any sense. You're going to have to back up a little."
"The magic man in there," I point to the theatre doors, "is the one that got away from me." I inform Syd as I run my hands through my hair and slide down the wall to sit
