Her Smile; His Reason
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Coincidence? Fate? Or an Illusion?
Certain events fall into these categories, but how do we know which is which? How, in all honesty and bravado, can we declare what was coincidence? What was fate? Or what was just a mere illusion? Do you want to know the answer? Do you want to see the truth? Then ask yourself. What would have happened if what you thought was a coincidence was instead an illusion?
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