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I look at this picture at Diane von Furstenburg, and I feel like we understand each other. We are looking at each other from opposite ends of this dirty glass table and shes asking me with her eyes “yeah?” in the way that the drunk guys next to her couldn’t ever interpret. And i want to tell her everything, to confide in her all of the secrets of my life, but I cant reply with anything but “yeah” and turn my eyes to the floor and smile and hope that she can read my expression as well as i can read hers.