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Strange Strangers
All Alice wanted was a hug from the man standing in front of her on her subway ride back home, one of her habitual thoughts that emerged when she scanned her brain on the smooth subway ride. A consistent thought. One day she courageously asked the man standing in front of her, a stranger, to hug her. The man, a stranger, spontaneously gave her a big warm hug with a big smile. What she did was plain and simple. She asked for a simple hug. The stranger, always men, always gave her a big warm hug. Each time, she felt content and satisfied. She left the stranger in complete astonishment. For the strangers, usually were men who had never planned on hugging at all. No! Not on a train with a stranger, that too, a beautiful young woman in her early twenties. Every single of the spontaneously hug giving strangers were brimming with happiness and went home with moods elated.
There was never any conversation between the strangely hugging strangers, a simple act of kindness that cost both sides nothing but left them smiling and fulfilled with an unforgettable memory. The pervert Peter could never see a woman in a non-perverted way, spontaneously hugging Alice without getting perverted ideas. It was therapeutic for Alice, and Peter felt something powerful he never felt before. He would look forward to the subway rides and possibly meeting the hugging Alice again. Decades passed without Alice and Peter’s encounter. Peter…
