That Time I Met An Emotionally-Available Woman

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Once I walked into a public radio station in Pasadena and my entire world shifted as if I had stepped onto a pair of small, tectonic plates. The floor parted and I was thrust towards a sparkly-eyed woman posing as a receptionist. She was wearing a sweater and her hair rested on it like golden leaves on a field of summer grass.