(n) the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own
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Stacie loves people. She loves the way they move. She loves the way they sound. She loves the way they touch.
By twelve people watching was her favorite hobby. At fifteen, she desired more, so she kissed her best friend. She began to seek out those kinds of tender ministrations.
It took four years for those innocent affections to become something sensual — sexual. She may have been a late bloomer, but she never limited her need to connect.
Stacie pretends things aren't meaningful. She's just a girl having fun, but Stacie loves people and she always wants to know more.
