Two strangers passed on the street tonight. I didn't look at her, she didn't look at me. We just kept walking, each almost oblivious to the other, as if we weren't really even there. She smelled of beer and stale cigarettes. I wonder what I smelled like. I wonder if I was really there. Sometimes I don't think so
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