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I believe in fate. I didn't used to. But:
Last year, in the beginning of June, I went camping with my boyfriend and his people. He ditched me to go fishing with his moron friends. I ended up around the campfire, talking to a girl in the group... She says "Hey, you live close to Latham" and I'm like "yeah." So, she goes on to say "When I was little, I had a boyfriend who moved away to Latham, and I never saw him again. His name was Brian."
The boyfriend and I broke up a week later. I ended up going to Latham to drink beer with some of my friends. Brian was there. I told him I knew his girlfriend from the first grade. We've been together ever since, and I think if it weren't for Megan, he wouldn't have been interested in me.
Maybe it's cheesy, but I do think that's fate.
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