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I think if it really were true, this gypsy theory, we had to have been brother and sister, or husband and wife, maybe best friends, or two soldiers killed together in battle.  I think we must have been something, something established long before now, now long since forgotten, left behind in the times and lives of centuries past, yet remembered in a flash – that moment of recognition.  I swear to you, I felt it.  But then, maybe it was just the wine.   To be honest with you, I’m not sure how much of this concept I truly believe; I think I just kinda like the possibility of its existence. Really, though, it’s the best way I can think of to describe this, something that makes no logical sense. And so that’s how it was with him.