A man believes in destiny. When he finds himself in love with his cousin who shares neither his language, nor his geography, he does not question the arrival of this feeling. He simply sees in his daily life one that parallels hers. Their separate, but similar, experiences, both in time and type, convinces him thoroughly of this idea, and hence, a plan.

Fate is not destiny, but the plan allows him to give a great deal of love to the version of life that he claims he was not meant to live.

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