Everyone over 16 was waiting for the day. The day that people found true love, or wished for it. A day of frantic note taking and hoping for the other to notice. Everyone on earth, waiting for the exact moment they would be transported into their soulmate's body, maybe halfway across earth, or only next door. It all was chaos on the 20th, the day. My sixteenth birthday happened a week before October 20th, on the thirteenth. I wasn't really looking forwards to the day. I don't like leaving the house, and I didn't look forwards to people messing with my stuff, much less finding myself in someone else's body. My birthday was a blur; all my friends told me I was so lucky to have my birthday right before the day. I smiled, and nodded, faking excitement.
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