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February 13, 2005
I was riding the bus. A girl came and kissed me. I couldn't say a word and there was my stop. I went out and into apartment where my old friend, a psychology student rents a room. His mom, a psychotherapist was there too and we sat around the table and talked. The accident in the bus seemed like a dream and I told as if a dream. She asked me who the girl was, but I didn't know, though she seemed awfully familiar and she said 'So you're looking for her', I tried to deny, but she was right.