i do not believe in predestiny. there is obviously an argument to be made to attest to the existence of pattern in life but my adherence to the rational makes me unable to seriously believe in anything but randomness. but if this is the case, how is it possible that every life i've had the pleasure to intertwine my own with is, without fail, wrought with an irony that could not possibly exist in a world dictated entirely by chance?
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