Once upon a time, when I was in college there was this freshman girl, really cute, bubbly, smiling, attractive. She had a personality that simply drew others to her. People could not help but like her. One Saturday night at a party I had opportunity to talk to her, just the two of us. Boy howdy, I was one lucky country boy! It only took a few minutes of small talk to discover she was… different. Her thinking was unique. She made non sequitur comments, and she laughed a lot.
“Do you know a horse?”, she would ask.
“Well, My body is mine.”
“I just love long sleeve vests!”
“My past is not a burden.”
All the time talking nearly nonstop, with expression and confidence.
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