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Miles was leading us out of Von Maur (a department store we often visit), taking a rather labyrinthine route. At every juncture, I asked him, “What does your sense of direction tell you?” He got us all the way out of the store, then headed down the completely wrong path.
A: Miles, let’s go the other way. We parked the car over here.
M:Â But my sensitive direction says to go this way!
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