It's that day so I'll tell the story again. I never get tired of hearing it.
Three years ago a (possibly crazy) woman dragging two suitcases and wearing a "pursuing happiness" t-shirt and a slightly scared smile walked off her plane and into the Florence airport and met a man wearing a suit and a smile to match hers. They kissed.
They're still kissing. I love a happy ending.
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