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I have been forcing myself to look into the eyes of the people I meet. And because of that I now know how stares can differ from one another. There are stares that listen, there are those that observe. There are stares of those whose minds are drifting, and those who are learning. There are stares that see the surface, and those that pierce through you. There are stares that care, there are those that do not. And in that I have learned how it is to be liked differently, and how the way you will stare back may vary, too. Because through this, through forcing myself to reciprocate people’s gazes, I have known how unbelievably comfortable it is to look into the eyes of someone who sees you as a woman and admires you for your mind. 

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