Sunday, April 28, 2002
I find it enchanting how trusting people can be with strangers. Like how someone can complain about how noone knows them well enough, and that no one asks them the right questions because they don't know any better. And when a perfect stranger comes around with a certain amount of blunt-ness, it strikes a beautiful chord of honesty. People make me so happy sometimes.
I feel like dancing in the rain.
10:46 PM
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