I no longer believe love works like a fairytale but like farming. Most of it is just getting up early and tilling the soil and then praying for rain. But if we do the work, we just might wake up one day to find an endless field of crops rolling into the horizon. In my opinion, that’s even better than a miracle. I’d rather earn the money then win the lottery because there’s no joy in a reward unless it comes at the end of the story.

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