I do not have friends. i don't know what makes friends a friend. I have met this guy at the bus stop. He is so confident and really nice. He gave me a handful of pistachio from his pocket. I ate it. He thought our feeling is mutual. He did this waltz toward me. Getting to know my name, my nationality, my favorite movies, and he taught me a what a best route to take even though he did not know where exactly i am going to. I do not tell my number to anyone easily. I did tell him, because he magnified me in a way that love or any kinds of kindling is the network of human behavior.
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