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Kathleen (Shopgirl)
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I wanna be you.
I wanna be you so badly. |
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It's not someone
else, it's the DREAM of someone else. |
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I
hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart.
I have mail. From you. |
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What will he say
today, I wonder. I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go on line,
and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. |
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How about meeting
Saturday? 4 o'clock. There's a place in Riverside Park at 91st Street where the path
curves and there's a garden. You'll find me waiting. |
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