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She may have been one-in-a-million, but in a planet of six billion people, there are still six thousand of her out there.
Keep looking-or better yet, stop looking, make your life completely inconvinient for a relationship, and watch her walk through the door.
It happens.
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The sad thing is... as you get older you come to realize that you don't so much pilot your life, as you just try to hold on, in a screaming, defiant ball of white-knuckle anxious fury 
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