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I'm stuck! On a stranger, of course. There was this girl at the bar(?) in a shearling coat and blue hoodie. When I looked at her I could feel myself talking softer and moving slower. SHe made me feel like being "tender" or creasing my steps before making them. And there was another woman, who looked like Edward Furlong, I wanted her too. She was much taller than me, and I felt myself blush when I looked at her.


I'll get the courage someday. Someday.