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Well, it was a million tiny little things
that when you added them all up, they
meant we were supposed to be together...
and I knew it. I knew the very first time I
touched her. It was like coming home... the
only real home I'd ever known. I was just
taking her hand to help her out of a car. It
was like... magic. - Sleepless in Seattle

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