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Millions of cars passing by, and the people inside peer out at you. That moment right there is all they'll ever know you for. You could be the frowning mess crying on the curb, or the silly girl with a quirky smile. It's that moment, you know. Speeding down the road, and they look out for a brief /moment/. And there you are. Just there. They see you, but only for a second. And then they're gone, and that's all there is to the story.

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Wednesday, July 21, 2010

She really is alone

"I got a compliment today," I say to the silence of my bedroom.
"Jackie liked my shirt."

Around me, the silence nods.
Yes, it says. Very nice.

I beam.
"Thank-you."