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Sometimes you meet someone, and itβs so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or youβre in love or youβre partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I donβt know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
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