A beautiful girl smiled at him on the subway. "Probably laughing at my messy hair and a worn jacket. Two failed marriages, poverty, reclusive existence, so what else can it be? I am quite a catch…” he thought and walked out of the train car.
Her face fell. She adored his book, watched his only TV interview a thousand times, and secretly hoped to run into him and introduce herself…
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Katya Duft
Katya Duft is a public transit blogger (Tales From the Bus) and a three-time Moth Story Slam winner; frequent participant of storytelling shows in Los Angeles. She is also a linguist working in post-production.
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If you don't love yourself then life will be full of obstacles. I know!! Very good message...🙏 💚
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