Cambridge Coincidences Collection

I received a text message with my name in it inviting me to Kassies bday party. I said who is Kassie and who is this they respond w wrong number. What are the odds they would get my name right in the text message?

So the title is pretty clear. On the March 2021, i decided to collect all the Brautigan books and read them by end of 2021. The weekend i ordered 5 of his books, I started browsing shows on Netflix and started watching Ratched, without knowing what it's. But then realized, it was the back story of Nurse Ratched from the book, The one who flew over the Cuckoo's Nest. And the movie was shot in Oregon state mental institute and It was in the same hospital where Richard Brautigan was Instuitionalized briefly. Cool, eh ?

Ma seconde fille est née le même jour à 12h d'intervalle et x années d'écart que le frère décédé de mon futur mari qui était à l'époque un ami. La meilleure amie de son frère décédé s'appellait Christelle et sa sœur à elle s'est mariée plus tard après son décès aussi avec un homme portant le même nom que moi. Mon mari est né le même jour que mon père. Mon mari est né le 03 12 1974 à 3h33 Là où emménageons à chaque fois il y a une bonne raison... Un ami en phase terminale à accompagner une mamie en fin de vie à accompagner un parrain qui chute et qui faut prendre en charge une maison encore une fois qui comme par hasard se trouve à 6 min d'une futur école d'équitation proposant du sport étude et pour qui ce projet permettra à 2 enfants à retrouver leur maman que nous n'avions pas vu depuis longtemps.

During the summer of 2015, at the beginning of August, I was walking around downtown while on a break from work. As I was about to pass the newly opened donut shop, a man and woman walked by; the man had one of his arms around the woman's shoulders, and he did not look like a bum. As he walked by, he said to me, "You are going to die." I never saw him again, nor did I ever experience a stranger saying something like this to me again. Towards the end of the month, I got sick. I took time off work and stayed in bed. But as things were getting worse, we finally decided to go to the hospital. I was admitted into the emergency room, and the staff took a blood sample and were horrified. I had the blood profile of someone who had suffered a massive heart attack. I was moved to the ICU the following morning, and my condition began to deteriorate. It was atypical pneumonia, and the doctors pumped me full of antibiotics. Every movement of my body would skyrocket my pulse not to mention be extremely agonizing, so I just laid there for a few days and focused on breathing. After about a week, I was released.