I hate Asian stories; they're always about love and about the "fated" one. It's rather sad when I have such high expectations due to these fictional stories and realize later that it's just a story.
And, yet, I cannot help but continue to read, and hope and hope.
I was reading this yesterday, Love Luck.
Random new thought.
If I could be something to eat, I would be a strawberry strudel, even though I have never eaten them before.
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