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March 6, 2010
The front door was open today so some fresh air could replace the tired, smoky atmosphere in the house. I sat in the leather chair by the fireplace and read determinedly, thinking every so often about the association I made earlier with the word prowling and men. I thought about this trait later as I admired an attractive man with a knuckled, Italian-style nose at checkout. He looked at me before I had the chance to raise my shields. I looked away, wishing I could transcend all of this prowling with meaningful conversation. Have a good night.