When the doors of the lift opened, Darren Grey stepped out, walked for about ten feet, and then stopped. The ground floor of the shopping centre was almost indistinguishable from either of the two levels above, except that the shops were a little more noticeably low-rent. In this particular area, he had three possible destinations within sight: the exit, a chain coffee shop, or a pretzel stand. Choices, he thought. Lots of little choices. Life was full of them. He’d made many today already. The choice to reschedule a meeting that was unlikely to be useful. The choice to use the free time to walk to the nearby shopping centre, enjoying a rare sunny day. The choice to spontaneously browse for some possible gifts for his wife’s birthday next month, even though he’d usually buy something online. The choice to visit the second floor, and wander past the jeweller’s window display. The choice to turn, at just the right moment — just the wrong moment — and see the couple standing on the…
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