Almost.
We pass thousands of strangers on the street, in the elevator, standing on line, in the subway, making eye contact only to quickly look away, occasionally exchanging pleasantries like I'm Sorry and God Bless You, even though the latter doesn't happy nearly as often as the actual sneeze. We never completely connect but, rather, brush each other by from one moment to the next, a series of (missed) connections that could have been, and almost were, but aren't. Enjoy!
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