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Last night we were both feeling too lazy to cook, so we went out for a sandwich. There was a woman there at the sandwich shop who had a fabulous orange bag and great flats on. She ate in too. She had a real sense of style, very unique for around here. I lamented to Lars that she was the kind of person I would like to be friends with. I know that sounds ridiculous now. She might be a lousy friend, telling my secrets to catty women or avoiding me when I called her. Plus I felt like an idiot, cruising for friends in Subway of all places. I've reached a new low.