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It began with a moment so small, it might have slipped past unnoticed.
I had just entered an elevator alone, waiting. The door was still open.
A young woman quickly approached but hesitated as she saw me—something held her back. That hesitation . . . that discomfort, born of my smiling existence intruding on her reality.
That was enough to ignite my first story in this collection. I finished it later that day.
The other stories followed the same pattern. Fragments of everyday life—relaxing encounters, fleeting recommendations, odd people, magazine articles—all sparking twisted fiction, shaped by the question: What if this specific moment could become a story?



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