“What do you want with me?” I ask. She doesn’t know me, and I don’t for one second believe this is anything but a trick. But then again…the only thing I believe about people is their worst, so... “I don’t know,” she tells me, her voice softening. “But do you ever have that feeling that you need something, but you just don’t know what?” She looks at me, a thoughtful look in her eyes. “Like a drink or a good cry or to jump on a plane and see something new?” she continues. “But then none of those things are it, and you still can’t figure out what it is you need?” Her words resonate with me more
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