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Walking home today I was nicely salted.
Okay, not so nicely, the spray from the salt trucks REALLY hurt. I mean, do they NEED to be angled so high? They hit my thighs as I was standing there. If I had a small child, standing or in a carriage, she would have been blinded. Something, seriously, must be done.
And when I picked up my eyes I saw someone who looked like an old friend from college. Someone with whom things ended on a rather sour note. Someone I’ve never had a desire to see again.
And yet…I still tried to catch up to her. I still wanted to see if it were really her. All the good feelings of our friendship came up—followed closely by all the pain she caused towards the end.
It wasn’t her, just someone who resembled her. But this isn’t the first time I’ve done this. Why do we chase after these encounters?
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1 Chris // Jan 28, 2004 at 9:33 am
I’m not sure. You’re not alone - I’ve done it too. I guess its better than running away from such encounters.
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