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a little less emotional Most of what I wrote yesterday probably made me sound as though I were twelve. Do you think that she likes me? Did you see what she did? That must mean that she likes me. Sigh. In my defense I scrawled most of it as I sat outside the laundromat in the heat of the early afternoon. Maybe my higher thinking functions were failing at that point in time. More than likely I'm just not used to having a female friend be that physical with me. Then again she doesn't do that with other people in our department. Listening to her talk a mile a minute telling me about her life has a definite effect on me. I can't help but be attracted after hearing everything that she has said. Now maybe she is just that way with everyone and I'm taking all of this much too personally. I don't know. On the other hand no one else from our department has been with her outside of work or talked with her like I do.
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