Wiping off his hand, he reached into his pocket. He remembered how Balayna at first thought it strange when he gave her fortune cookies. It was an affectation he acquired years earlier, and it became something of a game between them. Later, she insisted the fortune was the best part of their dates. She kept them, in that wooden bowl in her apartment, and every so often pulled one at random to read aloud. Sometimes, she would joke that she was searching for inspiration, or that she was selecting an attitude by which she would face the coming day. It was yet another of her delightful
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