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I closed the laptop. And for the first time in years, I didn’t hit Enter. She walked past me, trailing a cursor’s afterimage

And then I saw her.

“I made a typo,” I said.

Not on a screen. Not as a thumbnail. In the flesh —or whatever flesh is made of when you’re a collection of search results given form.