"Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May twenty-third was a Wednesday...

If Tom had learned anything, it was that you can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence...that's all anything ever is. Nothing more than coincidence. Tom had finally learned there are no miracles. There is no such thing as fate. Nothing is meant to be. He knew. He was sure of it now. Tom was..."

"Sorry...um, I just left, uh...can I? One second."

"He was pretty sure."

God, I love this movie.

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I'm going. Screw it.