I first met Sabrina in the winter of 2003–accidentally and when I least expected. I spent a few afternoons per week in the International House of Pancakes for lunch, not because I loved it, but for convenience; close to campus and a pleasurable beach walk, becoming a quiet place of solace. I was emotionally shattered–the word lonely tattooed across my forehead . . . was it that obvious?
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