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But the best part of the night was hugging an actor dressed as a terrifying clown. I asked if we could hug, and he agreed, so we embraced, and I told him I loved him. Those few seconds felt so precious, even though I have no idea who he is. I wonder what he thought.
I really love hugging strangers. I’m not sure why, but I feel shy and uncomfortable hugging close friends and family.