i kept running into the same figure over the course of a day. it seemed coincidental at first, but when you consider our movements and patterns, there are very few fatal intersections. our coincidences are driven by habit. i broke habit and coincidence, following her.
she lead me through a series of dark rooms and mazes. i did not focus on her face, only her movements. she could have been anyone. in the end, we both stood at length to look back at each other from a long hallway. she never saw my face.
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