Introduction

'A bad date, a ferris wheel, a diner, a jar of pickles, and a pillow. These things tied our strings of fate together.'

As the truth would have it- You can love someone that you met two weeks ago, more than someone you've known for two years.

Time is truly irrelevant.

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Do not republish.

This story does contain sexual content and minor swearing.

Started: June 28th, 2018
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