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I first encountered Joanne some weeks ago, but I will never forget the way she looked at me with her piercing emerald-green eyes. It felt as though her laser-guided stare saw straight into my soul and immediately knew everything about me. Indeed, it was somehow quite intimidating, even though we locked eyes only at some distance: “across a crowded room”, as they say. I tried to find out more about her, but she was always...