I don't even know who half these people are, but I come up to them and do it anyway. They all look at me funny too. Have odd stares on their faces as I walk away. But I can't help it. I just do it. I'm desperate.
Sure, it's probably breaking a lot of people's personal bubbles. But what choice do I have? He's gone. And it's a small thing really. Just a simple connection to someone, like the ones I used to get so many times a day. Those simple things I would kill for now. I'm hungry for them, always wanting another.
Scratch that. I'm not hug hungry; I'm starving.
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