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Hatrack River Tuesday, February 13, 2001
+entry 5+
This feeling of paranoia cannot escape me. Gosh that sounds like a bad poem. Anyway, like I said I felt like someone was looking at me. I turned around and saw a guy with dark brown-black hair. It was kept sort of up by a black headband and he wore a navy blue shirt. Cotton perhaps, but not like it mattered. And dark tinted pants. Not sure what kind of material, or the color really. Maybe cordoroy... Anyway, once we made contact he advanced towards me. Not too fast, but calm and collectively cool. He seemed pretty good at it. Must do it a lot. Life as I knew it went on around me, but my body seemed to ignore it. Fascinated with this person in front of me. Everything kept me from going insane, until he said "hey"...