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Months passed. Uziclicker never said what to do exactly; it offered apertures. Miri opened them. She kept making small choices guided by slips and coincidence. She left a packet of sunflower seeds on the counter of a bakery whose owner had recently lost her husband; it inspired a conversation that led to a neighborhood flower garden. She started rescuing single gloves from the city’s gutters and posting them on a bulletin board with notes like, "Lost: one companionable glove; if found, please reunite." People laughed and then began leaving notes in the pocket of the lost glove—phone numbers, stories of the glove’s first winter.

The Uziclicker hummed like an insect and then printed a tiny strip of paper from a slot on its side. The letters were cramped, the ink a blue so deep it might have been night itself. The paper said: uziclicker

One spring evening, after a council hearing where the developer proposed a glass block that would swallow a block of row houses, Miri slipped into her drawer and pushed the turquoise button without thinking. Uziclicker printed: "If the shore must recede, who will plant the new tide?" Months passed