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I saw Teresa C. in an unfamiliar bar and she began talking to me in a stylized way, like she had some kind of odd accent that she'd put on. She also hugged me when she saw me, which took me by surprise. I felt a little strange, even low-class? ordering an Oly stubbie at the bar, but it was all I could think of to order. She and I began talking but I started to feel like I couldn't tell her what I wanted to tell her, that she was too beyond listening.