There was no bad luck. Not near me anyway. I got a little sleepy around midday but that's normal.
There are so many adventures going on; the bad luck must be too busy to find me.
It's also because, like the majestic capybara, I do not behave like prey. I stride boldly and foolishly out into the world, and pretend I know exactly where I'm going, and Fate hardly notices.
Fate looks for those who are lingering at thresholds, trying to tiptoe between two worlds, and grappling with grand choices. That's where Fate likes to reach out and tip things one way or the other, like a cat when it sees a glass of water.
I don't actually know why I escape notice. Maybe I just look like a puddle.
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