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First word: Before

Last word: off

Random sentence: He was telling them his plan to solo-circumnavigate the earth in as many ways as possible: balloon, boat, plane, dog sled, space shuttle… “Can’t let Branson get all the press,” he winked and guffawed.

I’m not sure that I knew where this story was going when I started it, and by that I mean, what kind of story it would turn out to be. But what it’s turned out to be is a story of a family, with the relationship between a brother and a sister at the core of it (and just to clarify, for all of you with your minds in the gutter, I mean “relationship” in its generic sense). Hmm. I rather like that.*

So something weird happened this afternoon. I’m standing at the bus stop on my way to Conflicts. Naturally, I’ve just missed a bus (well, two, if I want to get really accurate). I have to cross Broadway to get to the stop, so I just-miss buses a lot. This generally isn’t a problem though, because the B-Line is scheduled to come about every 4 minutes. Er, where was I?

Oh, yeah, so my point is that I get to the stop and there’s no one there. Because the bus has just left. A few seconds later, I turn to my left and two teenage girls have walked up. They’re standing about 10 feet away from me, and I do a double-take because it’s like they walked out of my NaNovel. I can’t hear anything they’re saying and they’re not touching or anything, but I just know they’re a couple. One’s about half-a-head taller than the other, and tomboyish-looking, with short dark hair and little silver hoop earrings. The shorter one, also dark-haired, had her hair in pigtails. She had teeny drop earrings and a girly backpack. The smaller one is more stylish, clothing-wise, more pulled together. I’m not doing well here with my description because I was trying to watch them without looking like I was watching them, which always works out so well, don’t ya know. So then the bus arrives and the shorter one stands on her tiptoes and kisses the taller one goodbye. She gets on the bus behind me and as the bus pulls away, I see the taller one walking back down the street.

So what am I on about here? Well, aside from the dark hair on the taller girl, they were almost exactly as I pictured Laurelyn and her girlfriend, Kim (formerly Kelly, not that anyone but me knew that, but changed because you can’t have a Calle and a Kelly in the same story). Laurelyn’s blond. But like I said, aside from that…

I swear, there’s something weird going on with this story. Just too many weird karmic coincidences. Almost makes me wonder if I’m hallucinating. Is it really week 2 already?