everytime i choke, i ask for a number... hereabouts, they say when you choke, someone thought of you. supposedly, the letter corresponding to the number is the first letter of the name of the person who remembered you.
for years, whoever i ask, wherever i ask, the answer i get is usually 10.
and then a couple of months back, the winds of change blew. suddenly i was getting different numbers.
and then today, i choked again. well, the number i was given was again 10.
me: 'eh?! 10 is back?'
sister: 'multiply it by 2...'
me: 'he thought of me twice?'
; p
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