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Ever wonder how you fit into someone’s life? Did they have to make room for you; or did you just float right into a place that seems was designed only for you? Did they have to distance themselves from someone else in order to get closer to you? What gets staggered as a priority to someone you just met? Do they want something from you? Or maybe they just want to sulk in your presence. We make time for what we wanna make time for, simple, nothing more nothing less. Whatever peaks our impetuous interest is what gets the lead; and when that interest is gone, we move on to the next best thing.