Nobody showed up. Not in the hallways, not in the quiet place and not in the large hall. I made an effort. I did something like aerobics and kept stretching my hands towards the sky and the earth. I meditated with my eyes closed and rarely blinked secretly. At the invitation of strangers, I hugged her for a little longer than what felt normal. I hummed the heart rate while touching my chakras. Finally I shook my body. I shouldn’t care about how I look. Maybe that’s exactly what I failed at. In any case, none of the psychic companions I was promised showed up.
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