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42, She Is (42 challenge)

I run up to the man with the squinted eyes and the yellow sign. Better than Google—here’s Asian.
“QUICK!” I cry. “WHAT IS THE QUESTION TO LIFE, THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING?”
“Why isn’t it 7?”
“Why isn’t it 7?”
“It is.”
“How?!”
“42 divided by 7 equals 6, plus (42 divided by 42) equals 6 plus 1 which is 7.”
“Ah.”
“Why did you come to me?”
“You are the one with the yellow sign.”
In response, the Asian turns and puts the yellow sign on a woman who has joined us. She smiles at me and looks oddly at my friend for giving her his sign. I love it when she smiles. “Is she the one now?”
“Is she?”
She just shakes her head. “I missed you, Soph.” She puts her arms around me. I can smell her shampoo.
“I missed you,too.” I murmur and realize what an understatement it is.
“So is she the one?” my friend asks again.
“I thought Asians knew everything—hence the yellow sign.”
“But you have the sign now,” I point out.
“Oh yeah.” She laughs and I can’t help but to kiss her.
Is she the one? 42. Silly questions get silly answers.

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