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The accurate time you show up,
the routinely turn you make,
the precise location you stand,
the usual way you move forward. 

It made me wonder,
you were a telepathic man.

... ... ...

Then, one day.
You finally, finally, finally, finally,
used your fabulous telepathy power to read people's mind.

The woman waiting in back line may be a math teacher,
whose mind is stuffed up by algebra and trigonometric function.
The boy staring blankly may not sleep well last night,
whose mind is not formed in concrete.

Regularly, you turn to read the girl who stand in front,
shockingly, whose mind is in a shocking pink.
Frighten as you, back for one step.

... ... ...

Out of the aroused curiosity,
the telepathic man keep watching the pink-mind girl,
who dresses not ravishingly but comfortably,
whose hair is straight and soft but not curled and fluffy.

Therefore,
this telepathic man chose to show up on time,
chose to make every turn the pink-mind girl make,
chose to stand right next to the pink-mind girl wait,
chose to move along with the pink-mind girl.

There is no same destination between them,
however, there may be a further dramatic story unfolds.

Pink-mind girl can not foretell the future,
neither can the telepathic man.
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