Overlapping borderlands

It seemed a match made in heaven. Finally, someone who shared her interests. And with such passion! The way he spoke about it! The sheer down to earth, no-nonsense application of theory in concrete praxis; the way he incorporated the ambiguities of simply being alive into a coherent framework that accounted for both the most universal of generalities and the most contingent of particulars. Here, now, but also everywhere, everything. Both at once and in-between.

And he would be here in five minutes.

Five minutes passed.

As he appeared, she spotted the hat. And the other hat atop it. Her heart sank as she realized her misreading of the situation, and she quickly hid away her heavily annotated copy of La Frontera.

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