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You are very tall and you were wearing all black with a light blue sweater under your coat. You had a black backpack that looked pretty full and walking north. I was driving by and for some unclear reason, I zeroed in on your backpack and then the rest of you - not in an inappropriate way - in a puzzling way that made me miss you when I turned the corner. I don't miss people, especially people whose faces I don't fully see or whose names I don't know or voices I've never heard. I just don't really miss people. But, you have an incredibly intense holding force that continues to hold my thoughts.
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