I was looking through an old journal the other day and found this passage, written sometime in the spring of 2007. It's odd, because I have absolutely no idea about whom I was writing:
"There's this woman I know, a woman with a particular talent. She has a knack, should you run in to her on the street, for keeping you tied up in her conversation while somehow giving the impression that you're keeping her there."
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