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don？t　know　if　there？s　anyone　I　feel　like　that　about　。　。　。　any…more。？　He　closed　his　notebook　and

tucked　it　back　inside　his　messenger　bag。

Looking　at　Greg？s　feet；　Dan　noticed　he　was　wearing　black　socks　with　little　white　Paul　Frank

monkey　faces　on　them。　Dan　didn？t　know　exactly　what　his　type　of　guy？er；　person？was　yet；　but　he

was　pretty　darn　sure　his　soul　mate　didn？t　wear　monkey　socks。

？I　mean；？　he　started　again；　looking　over　at　Greg；　who　was　listening　intently；　？how　will　I　know

when　it？s　the　right　person？？　Greg　held　Dan？s　gaze　for　a　moment　before　standing　up。　He　slapped

the　back　of　his　white　jeans　with　both　hands。　？You？ll　just　。　。　。　know；？　he　said　quietly。　？You？ll　know

when　you　know。？　Dan　looked　out　again　at　the　sea　of　people　on　the　street？the　wide…eyed　tourists

with　their　cameras；　the　skater　kids　who　flocked　to　Union　Square　in　the　summer；　the　NYU　students

who　were　moving　into　their　apartments　a　few　weeks　early；　lugging　hand…me…down　furniture；　arms

loaded　with　boxes。　In　the　few　minutes　that　he　and　Greg　had　been　sitting　here；　hundreds　of　people

must　have　walked　past。　If　he　stayed　a　little　longer；　those　hundreds　would　soon　be　thousands。　How

could　you　find　one　out　of　thousands？　Wouldn？t　it　take　forever？

Greg　stuck　his　hands　into　his　pockets。　？You？ll　know　when　you　can？t　imagine　seeing　anyone　else

after　the　day？s　over；　and　even　though　you　just　saw　them　a　few　hours　ago；　you　can？t　wait　to　see

them　again　that　night。？　Dan　nodded　mutely；　still　dizzily　watching　the　crowd　on　the　sidewalk　as　if

it　held　all　of　life？s　answers。

？Well；　I？d　better　get　back　to　work；？　Greg　said；　pushing　his　glasses　up　on　his　nose。　？I？m　not　even

on　break　yet？I　just　snu