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Sitting as strangers do, squishing closer to one’s self, refusing contact.
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
An Airport Bench
Sitting as strangers do, squishing closer to one’s self, refusing contact.
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
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