Sometimes I see people leaving my house who I've never met before. In fact, I've only ever met one of the other people who lives here. It's strange that we don't see more of each other.
posted by Jill at 8:00 pm
Thursday, September 13, 2012
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3 Comments:
It seems to happen: You never see people you live close to. Then, sometimes you see someone you live close to when you're very far away, in, say, Illinois.
Shawna
It was me. You just didn't recognize me with my new haircut.
Ha! Too true, Shawna. Too true.
It was a man, Olvie. Pretty sure it wasn't you! (Unless you got a new gender along with that haircut.)
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