Never, have I ever despised something so much. It's awkward, generic, and needs to be skipped. Like the first two chapters of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I want to get to the good bits. Who were you when you were younger? What were you like in grade school, middle school, high school? What were you almost named? What would your last meal be? What are you afraid of most? Why? What are you afraid of most about yourself? Why? Who are you? Are you who everyone thinks you are? Tell Me, because I have an insatiable curiosity for everything about you. I want to know about the humans around me, their lives, their stories. Stories are my favorite thing in the world. Don't tell me a story, tell me your story, because you may never get another chance.
You could be hit by a bus. I could be hit by a bus. You just never know.
That's how I know I gel well with someone. I start asking them all these crazy questions and they, without hesitation, seek to answer them... usually truthfully.
-Randa
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