At the corner of Telegraph and Derby it seemed like we had the light, so I stepped off the curb and we both started to cross. The blue Prius that almost killed us made it clear it was not, in fact, our time. To think that our lives had just barely started together before nearly being simultaneously snapped out of existence seems meaningful. But maybe it isn't. Maybe it's just the guilt that I almost got you killed that's making me post this. Either way, we were spared for a reason.
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