This isn't happening
2002-11-17 || 10:45 a.m. Last night Lindsay was concerned about me. She reached out and stroked my hair asking if I was 'alright'. Apparently I flinched. I didn't know I did and I didn't mean to. I must do it without even realising. She was hurt and I felt bad. |
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