Their paths rarely crossed. Flash fiction

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Their paths rarely crossed. When they did it was always the mechanical perfunctionary day lit dance between people who would rather not proceed deeper into a friendship. With out rough sunken feelings, just the clear understanding that certain people create toxic mist. Such a fine misty dusting that it sometimes takes years to discover. This was the same person who had grand ideals she spoke about near to the hem of her heart-- such as, " Why can't we all get along? "

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