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She just walked past the window, south on Thayer Street. Two hours ago, I spoke with her as she walked, nearly ran, north. She is hard to miss. Yellow pants. Red jacket. A black and white checked packpack. Glasses and a hat. She's a comical looking character. I know she went to see a movie at the Avon, where the arty films are. By herself, I think. It's fun to see movies by yourself. I haven't done it for quite a while. Usually she is away on weekends, but lately, she has stayed in town. "I Loved You..." something or other is the name of the film. She said she was late. Hurrying down the street, it looks as if she's now late for something else. Always hurrying. We're busy little animals, are we not?