Morning, cold, people in cars in the coffee shop parking lot, one older man singing to himself as Eric went by. He paused, hopefully imperceptibly, read the man’s lips. You're breaking my heart, the man mouthed. Seemed to be “Cecilia,” but the man was going too slow. Eric got his coffee, headed back to his car, passed the man’s car again. Down on my knees, the man was saying. So he had been right the first time, but why so slow? It came to him in a flash: it wasn’t the Simon & Garfunkel original, but the Smokey Robinson cover version. The pacing was perfect. He waited for the next song, got it: I don’t blame you at all, not Gee but it’s great to be back home. He went home convinced that he had unlocked the universe and woke unconvinced that he hadn’t.
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