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It was for the best, really. Until I learned more about my powers and how to control them, I shouldn’t be dating. Probably. I should ask Olive about that. But now that I’d thought about the possibility of kissing Sam and having a vision of him with another woman, I couldn’t shake it.
How would I avoid that? I didn’t know how to turn the visions off. I barely knew how to turn them on. My efforts to get objects to speak to me worked about thirty percent of the time.
The customer approached, and all thoughts of love and relationship went out of my head. After that first man came in, a flood followed. Yesterday’s warmth had unexpectedly continued, and Main Street bustled with people desperate to enjoy the fresh air and sunlight. For the rest of my shift, I barely got time to breathe, much
