We can go out for a bite or whatever. Don't be a stranger, okay? 'Even
chance meetings'... how does the rest of that go?"
"'Are the result of karma.'"
"Right, right," she says. "But what does it mean?"
"That things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the
smallest events there's no such thing as coincidence."
She sits there on her yellow suitcase, notebook in hand, giving it some
thought. "Hmm... that's a kind of philosophy, isn't it. Not such a bad way of
thinking about life. Sort of a reincarnation, New Age kind of thing. But, Kafka,
remember this, okay? I don't go around giving my cell phone number to just
anybody. You know what I mean?"
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