"Do you believe in serendipities?" She asked, chewing on her thumbnail.
"Yes," he mused as he ran his hands through her hair, his fingers tugging at stubborn tangled curls. "But only once in a long, long while. Otherwise, I mean, if we had them everyday, how would we know they were something special?"
"Like cookies," she said. "Like cookies every day would get to be a bore."
He laughed. "That would be a good simile, except for the fact that they have cookie diets now where all you eat is cookies."
"Like cake then."
"Like cake."
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