We’re not sure this counts because I actually need to speak to strangers in meetings, but it’s my encounter for the day so I will tell about it. You wear a beret and say it’s because you are playing a part. You agree with most things, then afterwards you disagree. You have more opinions that I imagine you keep to yourself. Maybe we’re all too young to know better. I wait for your response to each point, I want to be in your team. We live the noble life, making changes, feeling the sheer power of routine and choosing hats.
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