I was in the humor section at Powell's Saturday afternoon, reading a book called "What are we even doing with our lives?" and I caught your eye as you walked by with your friends. You smiled and kept walking. Then you came back and looked right at me. I said "This is a good one" and you laughed and said "I feel that." And now I'm kicking myself for not asking "So, what's causing your existential dread?" before you vanished.
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