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At the airport.

I told him about my favorite food, and what I hate the most.

I told her about my failed marriage, we have 1 kid, he lives with his mom.

I told her my penis got touched by my maid when I was 8.

I told him I got depressed.

I told him that one day a thought am gay or bi, but I just can adore the man.

And after 15 minutes, or 5 minutes, or 50 minutes or even 1 hour, I say goodbye to them, a stranger I just met at the airport.

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And never met them again.