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November 5, 2001
She walked by rather slowly. She was in a pensive mood. So many things were happening around her. She wanted to make sense of the madness. But the burden was overpowering. She liked to be on her own. Think on her own. She had this private world. A world nobody could enter even if they wanted to. She loved that world. And every now and then she ran away there to be away from the people. She needed that. She needed to stop pretending to the outside world. For she did pretend a lot. She needed to pretend a lot.