All I was aiming to do was hit them back. Soon, I was getting a little out of breath and it was getting to be too fast. At times, I found myself holdi...g the racket in front of my face to stop the ball from hitting me. I was trying my best to hit the balls back but I was only getting one out of four each time. Soon I was running out of energy and I wasn't able to hit the balls back. I found myself getting out of breath. I knew I was a little out of shape, but this was ridiculous. I was starting. You misinterpret the 'echo' as something you've done before, but it's really just two minds that are very slightly out of sync with each other." Most of the weirdness of the déjà vu experience for one-minded people is caused by the refreshing copies arriving, but I was simplifying the unimportant details. -- "When I committed suicide in the bathtub, out of pure luck I had a déjà vu very near the end, so I was linked to another me who was also committing suicide in a bathtub. He'd cut his wrists. They were very good legs I noticed. Shapely, with rounded calves and nice thighs, more and more of which I got to see as she drove and her skirt seemed to work its way up bit by bit. I began to feel a little dance was underway between the two of us, I was watching her legs, she was watching me look at her and both of us were pretending nothing was going on.We finally reached the sprawling English house that had been leased to the US government and assigned to the OSS as its headquarters in. I had walked by the entrance 3 or 4 times afraid someone I knew might see me going in. But the theater was far from where I lived and it was unlikely that anyone I knew would be anywhere close to there. I finally walked in with my ID ready and my money out. The attendant just gave a quick glance at me and told me the price, took my money and waved me in. As I walked in on the left side the section was roped off with a sign stating couples only. I headed to the right section and headed.