"It sounds stupid, but you see that woman sitting over there, eating? There's something sad about that. You look a little closer, and you see the way she's cutting her meat. And the way she puts the fork into the food and takes a bite. And the way she's chewing.. You know? Normal, everyday things. But I see that...and I could cry my eyes out. (...) Some kind of loneliness. She could have a hundred people waiting for her in the car. And it can destroy me. Just the honesty. The need for it. "
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