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I am at a stop light, going out of my neighborhood. There are no cars coming from either side except one car stopped. He has a green light, it is his right of way. But there he is just sitting there. At this point I'm just confused as to why he isn't moving. So I look from him to the light and back at him again; he starts to move. Slowly but surely he makes his way accross the intersection, looks straight at me, smiles, and blows a kiss.


I don't know if I've ever felt so special.