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But now, as a gaggle of Japanese men in tailored suits and polished shoes stride by (smelling expensive), Hanako feels like a fraud. She notices a few giving her the once-over as the doors slide closed. They were the type who could smell fear and polyester.
If you know me at all, you know how much I love movies and love squeezing every bit of meaning out of every, onscreen moment. One of my all-time favorite movies, is the perfect backdrop to talk to you about something personally life-changing.
I have the sense that anything could happen today. The stuff dreams are made of could materialize, at this moment.
She simply wanted everything to reach its potential. The desk had been covered in crayon marks and water stains, but beneath the neglect was pinewood yearning--no, somehow knowing--it could be more.