Wishbone

It's very silly, really. Quite a few weeks back, my partner and I consumed a whole chicken, and upon finishing, set aside the wishbone. Days ago, we rediscovered the wishbone, now fully dry, and decided to take our chances with fate. We both made a wish, counted to three, and pulled. I ended up with the bigger half; hence my wish was destined to come true. I made a wish that a certain individual who I hadn't heard from in an amount of time that I was comfortable with would e-mail me. Low and behold, two mornings later, there it was in my in-box. Wishbones are mysterious things.

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