21 February, 2007

Even horrible inconsiderate people need to be loved

A minute ago, a car drove into the parking lot next to our apartment with its stereo blaring and stopped right next to Susanna's window. She looked over, listened for a minute, and then yelled (softly) "You're cool, man!" I started laughing, and she looked over, shrugged, and said, "I thought he might need the reassurance."


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