The little, invaluable self-deceptions we allow ourselves. Tonight, for example, you're taking a walk on Beal Street beneath a cloudless summer sky. It is therefore completely plausible, you tell yourself repeatedly, that this is just another evening jaunt, that there's no special reason why you turned down this tiny lane rather than the next one. The fact that KC, the unjustly beautiful young person who you took to dinner last week, lives in the cozy bungalow just down the street is a mere coincidence, nothing more.
26th place (out of 37) in the 5th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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