A fragment

"I don't believe in destiny", she said. "It's cold, and it's cruel, and everytime you think you've grabbed it, it escapes and leaves you lonely. From now on, I shall rely on chance, and luck only. And I shall be happy with it."
He smiled at her.
"You know what?" he answered. "That you don't believe in destiny doesn't mean it doesn't believe in you".

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