You were reading the same book as me on the bus, back in March I think. You had just finished writing an English proficiency test for your permanent residency, and we talked about the book. I have regretted not asking you what your name was since, and am wondering if we will ever cross paths again.
—Ignatius

This article appears in Oct 3-9, 2019.

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  1. “Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel”… I always tell people about our lovely, spontaneous encounter on the bus. About how it was a perfect rom-com set-up, and how I was so stupid to let you go without asking for your number…

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