November 19, 2008
Becky and I got together in the late summer, and then spent every single night with one another for the next several weeks.
Until the night of November 18th – when Becky crashed at her apartment, instead. The next morning, we woke up apart for the first time in over three months, got dressed, and went about our mornings.
When we got together later that day, we were amused to discover that we’d each chosen the same outfit to wear – red, long-sleeve thermal tops with unbuttoned top buttons and white undershirts.
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(The rest of the outfits matched too, but not as perfectly.)
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The coincidence was especially weird because we both almost never wear red.
We both burst out laughing; it seemed inescapable that we’d somehow been linked that morning, as we’d gotten dressed alone for the first time in months.
synchronicity
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