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Indeed, my friend.
Writing as an ex-banker I can assure you that one seemed to hone one's skills of the 'sixth sense' variety. It could well have been body language or simply general demeanour, but you got to know whether a customer was fair dinkum or a bull**** artist. I cannot explain it, but even before a proposition was presented or the customer had spoken one 'sort of knew'.
When I was courting my wife (it still happens now on occasion) it was not at all unusual for us to bring up a subject of which we had not been discussing or viewing and which, as far as I could gather, had no relationship to what we were doing at the time (settle!) and begin our sentences with exactly the same words and at exactly the same time.
On a number of occasions one of my cats, neither of which is particularly effusive with their affections, has wandered in and kept me company when I was feeling a bit off-colour.
Perhaps I read in too much to these coincidences. I like to think though that there is 'something'.
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