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February 24, 2005
Standing on the corner outside her apartment, I wasn't thinking of my own depravity. I was well past that. The thought that I might scare her wasn't an issue either. Because you know what, I think she liked it. In the one, brief moment I had with her there was something there, unspoken between us. It was not my imagination. It was real. Even though her lips told me not to follow her, her eyes had said, "chase on.-

If I was crazy, then she was crazy too. And I was going to be damned before I let her go.