This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story.
“AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you, Jenny Beckman. Bitch.”
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’s no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. He knew, he was sure of it now.
