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Coincidence & Fate

“Well, would you look who I ran into.” Crowed Coincidence.
“Oh please,” Flirted fate.  “This was meant to be.”
Coincidence let his gaze travel about the room.  Of all the other women in the building, he had run into Fate.  Clearly this occurrence was a strike of luck.  “I must disagree, madam.  Of all the ladies in the room it just happened to be you rushing around the corner and into my arms like that.”
Fate batted her long eyelashes and gave a sly grin.  “I don’t believe in luck, Coincidence.  And I don’t think you should either.  It was obviously divine will that we met here today.”
Coincidence shook his head.  “There is no such thing as divine will, it just seems as if our meeting was in my cards.”
Having enough of the discussion, Fate put her hand on her hip and strode away.  She joined a group of her friends and put her arm around the one named, Destiny and led her away from the others.  “Can you believe this guy?” She asked nodding over her shoulder to where Coincidence still stood.  “He thinks it was pure chance that we met!”
Destiny giggled.  “He obviously has no clue when it comes to important events in ones life.  Things don’t just happen, there is a reason they happen, therefore making it much more than circumstance.”
“That’s what I tried to tell him!” Whined Fate.
Coincidence, having enough of being gossiped about, joined the two ladies and crossed his arms.  “I’ve had enough of you two gossiping about me.” He said sternly.
“We can’t help but gossip when our views are completely different, Coincidence!  You say it was pure chance that we met, and I say that destiny herself had a part in this!” Fate stuck her bottom lip out in a mock pout.
Destiny put a slender finger in the middle of Coincidence’s broad chest.  “See what you’ve done!” She scolded.  “You’ve made fate cry.”
Coincidence was obviously unmoved by the drama between these young women.  He raised his hands in surrender and said, “It is obvious that we think oppositely, so to avoid any further argument, let’s just agree to disagree.  I will admit that sometimes, you control things, but other times, it is purely a coincidence and nothing comes of it.”
Fate nodded her head.  “Though I would love to go on arguing with you, I’m afraid you’re right.  Fate does have a play in some things, and coincidence in others.  Things happen for a purpose, but sometimes you can hit an unusual string of luck.”
“Exactly, lady.” Coincidence bowed respectfully before disappearing into the crowd.
“He was quite handsome.” Destiny chuckled.
“Yes he was.” Fate said dreamily.  “It’s a shame he doesn’t believe in providence.”

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