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    <title>Fate...</title>
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    <content type="html">Ok, I'm not one to really believe in coincidence. But I do think things happen for a reason. Every choice you make leads to other choices you make. Like, if you turn left, good things happen. IF you turn right, bad things may happen. *winks to Raph*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate played a major role yesterday. I left the office in a huff, as I hate being given a project with such vague descriptions that I have no idea what the project is suppose to accomplish. I decided to walk down to Water Street to get home, rather than the normal Main Street trot. Well, I made it to 2nd street intersection, when I hear a horn honking. I look around and barely see that it’s Jen, a friend of mine from a former work place who is incredibly difficult to get in touch with. She pulls into the bank parking lot across the street, and I go meet her. She ends up taking me home, and we sit and chat for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on leaving hours before, but kept getting held up at work. Then I just leave at a certain moment, take a different route, and not take the van even though it was hot. Drew, her son, was with her, and he found the Wii and played it while we talked about things. I think the talk helped her out with realizing things about herself and her marriage. Plus, i also found out today is her birthday. We and another of our friends are now going to try and go out on Friday night to celebrate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate… I tell, ya. Fate.</content>
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