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The next day, you discover that your cable lock has fallen off your bike on the way out of town. You become irritated.

We backtrack and search the road and—as I stare at a dusty ditch thinking you can always just buy another lock—dread washes over me. There’s no reason for it, and I can’t explain it, but suddenly I am so overtaken with a feeling of profound pain and loss that tears prickle my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” you ask as you join me.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.

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