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Destiny didn't speak to me the whole way out of the building.
We broke into the chilling snow, pushing against the wind, back up the slanted streets and toward the glittering subway terminal in the distance.
“What's up with you?” I asked. “You going to keep giving me the silent treatment or are you going to talk?”
“It's nice to talk, isn't it?” Destiny asked, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to face me. “Nice just to chat. That's what communication is all about.”
Then she turned and stormed away.
“Destiny!” I cried. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Communication,” she said loudly. “Communication! See how it feels to not be communicated to?”
She walked so fast I could hardly keep up.
The wind blew me so hard it almost knocked me over.
I picked up a clump of snow an
