The scene:
An eatery/bar in a certain neighborhood in Seattle that yours truly doesn't particularly like to frequent.
The time:
Towards the end of the evening.
The scenario:
Sitting at a table with friends and one unknown girl.
The statement:
Someone sitting next to me informs me that said unknown girl is keen on me and that she will eventually be my wife.
The girl (roughly):
Prediction: Said unknown girl will never be seen again.
Now here's a REAL fairy tale:
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