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                   ‘Wow. Same landmass. at’s cool. at’s, yeah, cool.’

                   ‘It was really good,’ she said.
                   ‘You’re sounding ver y formal.’
                   Nora  was  aware  half  of  the  bus  was  listening  in.  Ravi  was  staring  at  her  as
                he drank a bottle of beer.

                   ‘I’m just . . . you know . . . on the bus . . . ere are people around.’
                   ‘People,’   he   sighed,   as   if   it   was   a   swear   word.   ‘ ere   are   always   people.
                at’s  the  fucking  problem.  But  hey,  I’ve  been  thinking  a  lot  recently.  About
                what you said on Jimmy Fallon . . .’

                   Nora  tried  to  act  as  if  ever y  sentence   he   said  wasn’t  an  animal  running
                into the road.
                   ‘What did I say?’
                   ‘You  know,  about  how  it  just  ran  its  course.  Me  and  you.  How  there  were

                no  hard  feelings.  I  just  want  to  thank  you  for  saying  that.  Because  I  know  I
                am a difficult fucking person. I know that. But I’m getting work for that. e
                therapist I’m seeing is really fucking good.’
                   ‘ at’s . . . great.’

                   ‘I   miss   you,   Nora.   We   had   great   times.   But   there   is   more   to   life   than
                fantastic sex.’
                   ‘Yes,’ said Nora, tr ying to keep her imagination in check. ‘Absolutely.’
                   ‘We had all kinds of great. But you were right to finish it. You did the  right

                thing,   in   the   cosmic   order   of   things.   ere   is   no   rejection,   there   is   only
                redirection.  You  know,  I’ve  been  thinking  a  lot.  About  the  cosmos.  I’ve  been
                tuning    in.   And   the   cosmos   has   been   telling   me   I   need   to   get   my   shit
                together.  It’s  balance,  man.  What  we  had  was  too  intense  and  our  lives  are

                too   intense   and   it’s   like   Dar win’s   third   law   of   motion.   About   an   action
                leading to a reaction. Something had to give. And you were the  one  who saw
                that   and   now    we   are   just   particles   floating   in   the   universe   that   may
                reconnect one day at the Chateau Marmont . . .’

                   She had no idea what to say. ‘I think that was Newton.’
                   ‘What?’
                   ‘ e third law of motion.’
                   He tilted his head, like a confused dog. ‘What?’

                   ‘Never mind. It doesn’t matter.’
                   He sighed.
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