Fiction | December 01, 1998

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It has never occurred to me to say no to The Numbers; they chose me, and I’ve accepted them. Totally. Now, almost every afternoon when I come home from my office in the city, they let me know in advance precisely how many automobiles will drive past me during my short descent down the hill to the little lane where I turn left and finish my walk home.

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