Thomas had seen the woman being photographed outside the Louvre before he went in. She must've been a model, and he envied her. As he gazed at the various pieces of artwork, all he could do was think about her. He wished he could BE her; he wanted her life, but it seemed like just an idle wish...until that idle wish came true. One moment, he was looking at a sculpture, and the next he was posing for a photograph. His wish had come true! He was the model outside of the museum. Then his heart started beating faster. If he was her, was she him? If suddenly found herself in his body, she'd probably rush out that door any minute now. "Quick favor," he asked to the photographer, "Could we hurry this up? I have another appointment I need to be at!"
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