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The kids were talking to me, and then one little girl from down the block, about 4 yrs. old, sat next to me. Really close, almost cuddling with me. She wanted to ask me if I liked breakfast. It was so innocent. Felt nice, almost comforting, in a way. Didn't know what to make of it.

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Was she real? Could be an ego state. Such a sweet story.

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Yes, she was. It was this little girl from down the block. First she came over to show me what she got from the ice cream man. Then she came back to discuss breakfast, lol. It was very sweet, but I was going through so much emotion from just coming from therapy-- a place in which I felt like a child-- safe at one point, then distraught that I had to leave-- it was sort of overwhelming when this little person came over and sat real close to me.