I have always wondered what was going on with my best friend. We spent so much time together and never got tired of it. We shared similar interests, and never tired of talking about them. We liked the same music—nothing so unusual there. But we would routinely complete one another’s sentences before the thoughts were even articulated. Even today we can go months between phone calls and just pick up where we left off.
This, at last, is a possible explanation.
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