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A few years back I was flying home from Italy. Venice to Heathrow to LAX. On the Heathrow to LAX leg one of my college professors whom I hadn't seen in seven years sits down in the same row as my then girlfriend and I. He is Polish, and was coming back from a trip to Poland.
Another time on a trip from the O.C. to D.C. I ran into a friend of mine from high school in the airport in Dallas. He had moved to NoCal, and I hadn't seen him in years.
I think this kind of stuff happens all the time.
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