69

She walked through the rain drinking from a water bottle.

68

She pushed when she should have pulled, pulled when she should have pushed. Doorknobs were not her friends.

67

The accordion player seemed bored.

66

A burst of wind pulled her umbrella inside out and then her left foot stepped into a puddle, soaking her pant leg from the shin down.

65

She did somersaults, hand stands, and back flips across the floor, but it was all in her head.

64

She couldn't help thinking about possibilities, about what her life might have been like if she made other choices.

63

She didn't mind being lost and walking around the same block twice if it meant a chance at giving someone déjà vu.

62

This is fiction.

This is fact.

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And sometimes in the afternoon.

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Her hair defied gravity every morning and every night.