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| I know I am looking for a kind of anonymity. I prefer diners, bus-station waiting rooms, public parks, old movie theaters to the close quarters of the family table, or even the company of friends. I notice that I am always pulling away from my friends and going on trips to places where I can be alone. Of course I always meet new people soon enough, and then I must pull away again. I don't know if this makes me a sociopath, or what? Someday I will run out of new places to go, and then I will have to go home—another new place. |
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