"I looked out the windows and tried to see who the pedestrians thought I was when they looked at my car. But they didn't look at my car; they looked inward. They considered themselves and their own cars; they made love with their hurrying. They took each step as if it would not be their last, and it wasn't."
Thursday, September 27, 2012
No one belongs here more than you - Pg 115 : Making Love in 2003
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