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Sometimes it’s the first moment of the day that catches you off guard. That’s what Wendy was thinking. She opened her window to see fire engines screeching down the street. While this wasn’t something completely unheard of, it also wasn’t normal. It was a sure sign of what was going to happen that day. She could feel it in her bones and it wasn’t the way she wanted the day to begin.
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She was in a hurry. Not the standard hurry when you’re in a rush to get someplace, but a frantic hurry. The type of hurry where a few seconds could mean life or death. She raced down the road ignoring speed limits and weaving between cars. She was only a few minutes away when traffic came to a dead standstill on the road ahead.
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Sometimes it’s the first moment of the day that catches you off guard. That’s what Wendy was thinking. She opened her window to see fire engines screeching down the street. While this wasn’t something completely unheard of, it also wasn’t normal. It was a sure sign of what was going to happen that day. She could feel it in her bones and it wasn’t the way she wanted the day to begin.
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Reason 1
Eating raw fish didn’t sound like a good idea. “It’s a delicacy in Japan,” didn’t seem to make it any more appetizing. Raw fish is raw fish, delicacy or not.
Reason 2
The robot clicked disapprovingly, gurgled briefly inside its cubical interior and extruded a pony glass of brownish liquid. “Sir, you will undoubtedly end up in a drunkard’s grave, dead of hepatic cirrhosis,” it informed me virtuously as it returned my ID card. I glared as I pushed the glass across the table.
Reason 3
He had done everything right. There had been no mistakes throughout the entire process. It had been perfection and he knew it without a doubt, but the results still stared back at him with the fact that he had lost.
Reason 4
Eating raw fish didn’t sound like a good idea. “It’s a delicacy in Japan,” didn’t seem to make it any more appetizing. Raw fish is raw fish, delicacy or not.
Reason 5
The robot clicked disapprovingly, gurgled briefly inside its cubical interior and extruded a pony glass of brownish liquid. “Sir, you will undoubtedly end up in a drunkard’s grave, dead of hepatic cirrhosis,” it informed me virtuously as it returned my ID card. I glared as I pushed the glass across the table.
Reason 6
He had done everything right. There had been no mistakes throughout the entire process. It had been perfection and he knew it without a doubt, but the results still stared back at him with the fact that he had lost.