The question of You is daunting, especially since I was not asking.
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Knowing is weaving, tightly or loosely, it is a fabric. Dull pressure may tear through, something too heavy, a slow ripping apart. Or there can be sudden force.
A stranger on a bike getting struck by a moving car, flying into the air, her head landing on the asphalt. Suddenly the skull is a soft thing. A moment ago she was pedaling, and now she cannot control her limbs.
Temporarily you see her legs flailing. She is not moving like a woman. She is a kind of doll.
The other pedestrians rush to her aid. They move with precision.
Somebody will call an ambulance. Another group of strangers may or may not succeed in keeping her alive. If she is dead, it was only a moment ago that she was alive and pedaling. You are still breathing.
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Why look me in the eye? You know that I can see you. Did you need to check?
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It is of no consequence. Her body will be cleared from the street. The pedestrians will continue down the avenue. There may be brief exchanges about her stranger's body, like a conversation about the weather.
It is raining.
She will be alright.
More people will drive by in their cars, avoiding the unguarded bodies of the passers-by. You will wait at the light of the cross-walk, and then, when prompted, you will go.
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