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Every once in a while, I think about my old life, before I met Delia. There’s little point to thinking back, since meeting Delia changed everything. It’s not like there was anything special to remember about my old life anyway. But every now and again I think back to that fateful day. I imagine if I had stayed in the house a little bit later watching television, or if I had taken my car to the store instead of walking. I wonder if she would have not taken interest in me if I’d dressed a little differently, or if she would have pursued me if I hadn’t stopped to speak with her. But in the end, I had met Delia, and she had decided that she’d wanted me, and that was all that matters.