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Oh...wait...that was a serious question. Ok.
Girls, sometimes I believe in ghosts. I swear I turned that light off before I left. Sometimes I believe in karma. I mean...it's taking forever, but I'm trying to believe it is coming. And, at certain moments and just the right angle, I can even sort of believe in magic shakes that burn fat while you eyeball your ex's new chick from behind the tree in the neighbor's yard. But, soul mates? No. Stinking. Way.
The world is a big place, billions of people, hundreds of countries, don't even get me started on the other planets... And there's one person you're supposed to be with? I'm no mathematician, but that seems illogical to me.
Roommate. Yes.
Playmate. Yes, please.
Cellmate. Only if it's in political protest.
Ay, mate. Well, if you're a pirate, sure.
But, no soul mates.
Be happy with someone who tries. Be happy with someone who is good for you. Be happy with someone who stirs something in you. Don't throw that away because they aren't made for you. Truth is, you weren't made for them either. You were made for you. I should know, I cooked you.
All that being said, if you're ever in a remote rainforest in South America and you come across a tiny hut made for one; tell my soul mate I'm still waiting. I'm pretty sure that's where mine has been hiding.
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