All the lonely people I have known had this in common: they ignored the invitations that lie scattered about them. A path is an invitation. A question is an invitation. The enmity and desperation of strangers is an invitation, but not the kind of party you think you are looking for.Anyway, I accepted this invitation, and when I arrived, I gave the hostess a bottle of attention, selected from the very best I had.
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