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Anecdote

July 30, 2014

She had stopped setting the clock years ago, preferring silence to incessant ticking, waking with the sun to getting up at a prearranged moment. She had stopped paying attention to the weather, too, preferring to watch for frost on her windowpanes or to listen for the whine of summer cicadas.

He didn’t understand how she managed without data. He followed her around, keeping an extra umbrella with him in case she left the house without knowing rain was coming. He suggested a scarf on days he knew she’d need one. She shrugged each time, satisfied with surprise.

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