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What can I say, I obviously had to stop over in New York. Where there’s a will there’s a way, for a start, and anyway, when love is your driver you’ll climb every mountain, ford, every stream… I had been provided with a return ticket to the USSR before I left Division X, and strictly, my assignment involved a direct journey from San Francisco to Moscow, with no discretion to deviate from that route. However, I admit to being a little extravagant. I chose to change my itinerary and return to the USSR by a roundabout route, so that I could see for at least a brief while the golden-haired woman about whom I had been dreaming all these years. It is no wonder they say that a year is no time at all for true love, and no huge distance, forest, or marsh can bar one’s way to it.
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