To come to a sudden understanding; catch on.

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Why Men and Women Cant be friends (by patvicious1)

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A random spurt of words that I scribbled down just now…and it occurred to me that I haven’t posted anything anywhere for quite awhile. So I figured I might as well post this. ‘Tis short and simple. Yay for short and simple! :D

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I walked down the corridor and turned into the my hall. The shadows poured in, filling it with darkness. My eyes shifted focus as they altered to accept the black atmosphere. The moonlight I had not noticed before shafted in pale, narrow swaths by my door. I reached into my pocket, where I could not see. My fingers navigated the contents, selecting the familiar object. Three keys, but my touch singled out the one I needed. My sight fell on the light switch reposing on the wall, bathed in the shallow light slipping in through the entry way. I reached down with my other hand and felt for the key hole, fingering the handle because it was largest, leading down to the plate, and then to the orifice. The key slipped in, and I gently massaged it into that little angle which gave it hold on the inside. I could not see the mechanism, I just knew what to do. My eyes didn’t leave the light switch as I turned the key and slid open the door. My mind slowly pondered, turning over what I had just done. Why hadn’t I turned on the light? Who am I… who would make that choice?