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Thursday, July 28, 2005

 
Seconds.

I.

We probably could have never met again. Haphazard emails and a foreign cellphone number he couldn't remember might have resulted in no second encounter, no way to find out if we will just be friends or anything else.

II.

Only an hour to spare plus a shopping mall neither of us is familiar with make for plenty of futile waits and searches for public phone booths. There being two mcdonald's in the area, he was at one while I was at another.

III.

All the near-misses merely magnify the randomness of how our paths had crossed in this strange city, a second chance. Half an hour had passed. So glad that when I finally found him we hugged tightly, amid strangers on the street.

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