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May 3, 2007
"Sweet and sour pork and, uhm a DRAGON smoothie, please," Hector ordered at the chinese restaurant one afternoon. "For here or to go?" The friendly asian girl asked. "Eh, here." Hector relinquished, sitting down alone. He conciously portrayed the message to other patrons that "he was just people watching" looking out the windows, gobbling up his fried rice. He didn't care when some fell on his tucked in polo shirt and khakis. "No one's perfect," he offered himself. Hector brushed the rice off his lap and gently swayed his leg occasionally so others would think he was enjoying himself. Needing more confidence.