A flash fiction about what you'd endure for love: "Meetings are coincidences, right? Just something that has happened at random, without any real direction. The people that come in and out of your lives, they just happened to be there. They just happened to be born around the same time as you. They just happened to live near you. They just happened to know someone you know. Meetings are coincidences, right?"
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