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He kept returning to the place where it happened, asking himself “how?”. How did they see him? How did they know he was coming? Then he saw “the eye”, as he liked to call it, the mirror he had not calculated into his equation. He shook his head at his oversight and never again returned to the place, now that he could move on.


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