S.F. True Story Project

He is my best friend, but will probably never know.

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"I've never been too close with my family. Shaped by my Roman Catholic upbringing, I grew up in a household devoid of affection.

I have a twin brother. Despite sharing the same DNA, we couldn't be more different. He's the athletic, more outgoing bro, and I'm the more reserved musician. Because of these differences, we didn't see eye to eye often. Sometimes, we fought. But we also shared a room for over 15 years. Through this, we would develop a seemingly superficial foundation laid by an appreciation for each other's particular mannerisms.

We were still not close by any means. We were even a part of the same friend group, but somehow never crossed paths in a truly brotherly sense. Then, college happened, and for whatever reason, we were more connected than ever. We were out of that shared room for the first time, and it was overwhelming. We genuinely cared about whatever the other person was up to, and I think this was something that both of our colleges lacked to a certain extent. Fortunately, I've always had great friends, but my brother and I, through our shared experiences, whether together or not, have become very appreciative of each other.

A doctor learning to get in touch with her own mortality.

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"I hadn't been to a 7-11 for the longest time, and as I passed by one today on my way to work, I decided to stop by and check it out. I remember liking their coffee a lot, so I went straight to the coffee bar. As I poured myself a cup, the guy next to me accidentally spilled coffee everywhere.

He was a very stoic fellow. Very serious looking, expressionless. He wore a very interesting black hat.

Anyways, seeing the spill, I started helping him out. I took a bunch of napkins and gave him some. We both began cleaning vigorously. His expression unchanging the entire time. Not saying a word.

Once we were done he left to pay for his coffee. I still had to finish setting up mine, but as I walked to the cashier, she told me that the guy with the hat paid for my coffee. I quickly rushed out the door to look for him, but he was gone.

The Brazilian actress who left her lover and career for an adventure in San Francisco, only to fall into a "complicated" love once more.

She came to visit her family and spent the day reliving her youth while playing on the playground in the park. She stopped by to share her story while heading to Bi-Rite for some ice cream.

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