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“Yesterday when I got off the bus, I walked to your taxicab first. I was attracted to the black-and-white squares along the roof and the bright green paint, but otherwise, there wasn’t any reason for my choice, was there?��
“No,�� he said.
“Was there a reason that you were at the bus station rather than somewhere else in the city?��
“I guess not.��
“This is the charming coincidence. When things in the world that are unconnected suddenly connect, and a pattern emerges.��
He exhaled. “But what if the pattern wasn’t what you’d call charming?��
“It’s not the pattern that’s charming,�� she said. “It’s that there is a pattern at all.”