People meet and people part; sometimes our trains speed along side-by-side for years before our railway tracks diverge; sometimes our encounters are barely a knock between the bumper cars we ride in. Our lives will never ceased crisscrossing others, under and out, up and over, through and through. And at the end of the day, the manner of which is insignificant, because, ultimately, it is the bond during that indiscernible span of collision that matters most.
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