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There was a point in my life not long ago when this would happen to me all the damn time. I never could put my finger on whether it was really something that was happening TO me, or whether I was so hung up on the idea of it that it kind of became a self-fulfilling thing, of sorts.
In the end, I don't think there is anything to it, all coincidental.
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Who is John Galt?
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