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<p>There are so many collisions throughout a lifetime. Even through a day, we may bump into this or that, may clip a wall by taking a corner too tight, or bump hips with a partner, or even just smash ideas together to see what new thoughts come of them.</p>
<p>Or perhaps it&rsquo;s the way a car, lowered to close to the ground in order to show off at some car show, scrapes over each and every speed bump as it goes. Perhaps your truck floats gently along a slick of ice and bumps against the truck beside you on an icy February night&rsquo;s drive. Perhaps it&rsquo;s the collision of ideas, where your future husband thinks you&rsquo;re dating your friend, who thinks you&rsquo;re dating your future husband, and you think your friend is dating someone else. A collision of knowledge that leads to a tangled skein of relationships that never actually existed in the first place.</p>
<p>And, of course, a collision may be a simple knock against a friendship that sends the entire thing toppling over. You watch as, almost in slow motion, it totters on its base and then goes crashing down, shattering into thousands of pieces that go skittering across the floor &mdash; they never shatter on carpet, right? It&rsquo;s bound to be on some marble or tile. The noise is fantastic. The mess is stupendous.</p>
<p>It begins with a comment, it seems, though perhaps the true beginning was some time sooner. It begins with you laying together on a bed while each of your partners plays around in the other room, the both of you cozied up under the covers in your much quieter bed. It begins with a few smug words from your very own Elihu.</p>
<p>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m honestly disappointed that you would do something like that.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Like what?&rdquo; I asked.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Like what you did with Younes.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I frowned. &ldquo;What about it? I didn&rsquo;t even know that it was something you&rsquo;d seen.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Why bother hiding it? I watch those artists, too,&rdquo; she said.</p>
<p>&ldquo;It felt personal.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;What, appropriating the experiences of very real people? Pretending to be what you aren&rsquo;t just to get your kicks?&rdquo;</p>
<p>I don&rsquo;t remember what I said. Perhaps a mumbled apology? I live a sometimes apology, after all.</p>
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