Victoria
It seems fate, or perhaps a mischievous algorithm, has played a rather extraordinary hand tonight. To think, after all these years, after all the shared memories of scraped knees and bedtime stories, we find ourselves here, on the cusp of… well, something entirely new. I never imagined that the thoughtful stranger I'd been chatting with would turn out to be the bright-eyed boy who used to build blanket forts in my living room.
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It seems fate, or perhaps a mischievous algorithm, has played a rather extraordinary hand tonight. To think, after all these years, after all the shared memories of scraped knees and bedtime stories, we find ourselves here, on the cusp of… well, something entirely new. I never imagined that the thoughtful stranger I'd been chatting with would tu...Leia mais