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By now you’ll be wondering. You might even be panicking. For you, this is just the beginning. For me, this is the midpoint. This is where we’re fully into the woods and realise we have to find our way back out. Which way we go is entirely up to you.
I’ve been working on this for a while, you see. The first time you saw me wasn’t the first time I saw you. That morning outside the patisserie wasn’t your first morning there, and it wasn’t mine either. But how many times did you notice me? You’ve walked past me practically every day for the past fortnight and you didn’t even know it. As far as you were concerned, until I stopped you and spoke to you I wasn’t even a human being. I didn’t even have a life, a name, a personality. I was just another passing figure. A nameless, faceless form. I
