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  • I saw this the other day at 19th and Valencia.
    We tend to make clues out of coincidences.

    A couple years ago, my best friend, Lisa, tried to date a guy name David. He was getting over a not-so-recent break-up. They never had sex, but once he laid on top of her and didn't move. They had all of their clothes on. Lisa could not deal.
    I imagine David one night, stumbling home drunk, alone. He sees the wet concrete. He uses his finger. He is feeling dramatic.

    We find clues everywhere.
    Sometimes it's just concrete. Just a sidewalk.
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