Herr Y: What was he like? The one that broke your heart.
Jag: Impulsive. Vivid. Alive at the core. Colorful. Crazy. (But the right kind of crazy.)
Herr Y: How was he crazy?
Jag: Well, he once chased a guy down the street without his shirt on. Just because the poor man had asked for my number.
Herr Y: What? How is that the right kind of crazy?
Jag: It is´nt. But it was. Right then and there.
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