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while this is sophie blackall's missed connections, this is my story from earlier today: "dang. it was one of the best conversations of my life. words were spilling out all over the counter at breakfast like a fine and gorgeous wine. film, flying trapeze, wanderlust, lucid dreamings...there wasn't anything i couldn't talk about. except death. probably don't talk about death at breakfast." -r.a.
"You were wearing an average office suit with an admirably messy haircut. I was the girl with brown curly hair and a blouse with horses on it. We did that awkward back-and-forth shuffle of two strangers trying to pass each other on the street; then you grabbed me and gently swirled me in a mini waltz in the middle of the lunchtime shoppers and angry passersby. Thanks for making my day."