At night, the fortune teller said, you both will have exactly 21 minutes to talk to one another.
Only 21 minutes?
Sleep is infinite, she told us. 21 minutes will be all you need.
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She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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