{March 17th 1988 (Angela is 18)}
We scrape the window
of the Mitsubishi, ice has covered the windows. The inside of the car has fogged up, as the
car has been running since I picked up Daniel from the train station. I wonder if I infatuate the lonely
wanderer, or if perhaps I am leading him astray.
We get warm inside. (47:365)
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