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I doubt it’ll rain tomorrow, but that doesn’t mean I control the rain. What I think has no bearing on what is. [...] The weak doubt.

Her gaze shifts from my left eye to the right and back, like she’s searching for the one that will open to my soul. The truth is either one will.

I can count the number of times I’ve seen him miss a shot like that on one finger.