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Strangers
What is there that is more thrilling in the world than to love someone who is mysteriously a stranger?
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I HAVE always believed that the concept of friendship is bizarre. In fact, I think that when people treat each other as friends, what it surreally means is they were just pure strangers who happened to know each other so well. It always makes sense to me until I have met Carl.
That, I remember.
But the little boy in front of my eight-year-old projection, making me hold on to the other end of my hair bow so we could draw a perfect circle that is big enough to enclose two people, in his words, I cannot.
It seemed as if it never even happened but the feeling seemed so real.
“Put it down and press your thumb on this,” he demonstrated and I immediately followed
