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mir returns march In here I never seem to be able to relate how much I enjoy talking with Ann. All of the emotional content is lost and so is most of the witty bantering. Then again I'm not about to put down word for word what we discuss for hours. In some ways I see it as our time whatever that cliche might mean. Somehow two people talking is generally what I do best in life and is what I find gives it meaning. Ann and I have very different outlooks on life. She is twenty-three years old and believes strongly in her job and taking care of her children. I'm thirty-one and want to see the world and not have to work another day in my life if I can help it. By some standards we shouldn't even be friends. No, that isn't right either, so I'll try again. More than likely if we hadn't worked for the same company we would never have gotten to know one another. Sometimes, no, make that most of the time we are very blunt with each other. She has said that she could never read the kinds of books that I read nor find them to be nearly as interesting. Nor can I express any real long term interest in talking about dropped packets on a router. Yet I still spend hours of my time listening to her talk. I seem to losing my ability to concentrate here so I better finish before everything gets lost in the mental haze. Ann is someone that I could never have imagined if I tried and tried, which is probably why I like her so much.
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