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Years ago I was at a bus stop standing behind a group of people also waiting. For some reason I developed this feeling that I was in a really bad spot (like having your hand on a burner before it heats up). I had this very strong urge to move to the front of the group even though I never cut in line anywhere. So I walked around them and took a position next to the bus sign and put my hand around the pole. There was a group of teens horsing around behind me and just as the bus was arriving one of them fell into my back really hard and landed on the ground to the side of me. Had I not moved to the front and grabbed hold of the sign, the timing was just right for him to have ended up under the bus.
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