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It was not a coincidence. It was not deja vu. It was destiny. It was my destiny to meet her
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Like everything else in life, these questions have no easy answers
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When a memory dies, the truth takes its place. Losing a memory is more painful than losing an arm. Because memories cannot be amputated. In familiarity, we find a sense of security. When this security leaves, the unfamiliar remains
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