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Cornflakes, cafeteria, cappuccino. Dirt on my feet, dust in my hair, crumbs in the cracks of the chair. I think something has broke free (awaiting an expert opinion). Iβve melted three times in two days from the kindness of strangers. The shock of warmth, love sparkling shyly in our eye contact, laughter, not a thought in my head.