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A Brush With Fate

It was an ordinary day, happy even. He just had his thesis title submitted and was crossing the yard to get to the ATM. The plan was to get home for the weekend, being offered pretenses of love and delicious food. But as he was kicking the ever-present brown leaf litter about, something appeared around the corner. For a moment, the world seemed to halt like a buggy browser. His cortisol levels instantly elevated. The planned route however was stronger than the sudden fight-or-flight reaction – maybe because there was no time to decide. They both continued walking.
The smile dissolved into a straight line, and color gave way to pallor mortis. The sky looked darker. He had evidence now: the Woman was indeed omniscient. This was a warning. He went too far by telling his friends about his fears. She hid her eyes behind dark glasses but he knew she was staring into his thoughts.
Nobody else noticed anything happening. Indeed, nothing happened. Just two people who once knew each other exchanged brief glances.

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