Excerpt from a Book I will Never Write

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Sometimes you meet someone, and it's 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 or another or you're in love or you're partners in crime. You meet people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don't know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer of luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.