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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
Thomas chuckled. "Yeah, me too, at first. But
Raghu, he explained it all. This Flowpath, it's like… a
human radar with a mind of its own. It seeks
messengers. 'Earth Angels,' he called them. People who
can influence your path, even if they're strangers."
Just then, a roar erupted from the bar. Benfica
scoring a goal, no doubt. The whole place was on edge,
the tension palpable.
"Right," Thomas said, “this is neither the time or
place." He drained his glass.
I felt like the whole front of my body was a set of
double doors, and they were opening up to let fresh air
into my soul. I could hardly hear Thomas anymore. I
don't know if it was the wine or all the cheering around
the TV.
"Up," he said, his voice cutting through the noise.
Up? What did he mean? Where were we going? And
who was this Raghu, this holy man who seemed to hold
the key to Thomas's cryptic declarations? The questions
swirled in my mind.
There was a big crowd between us and the bar now,
and when we got up, the owner just flicked the back of
his hand at Thomas from behind the counter. I guess it
meant settle-up later.
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