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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: her thoughts, of the key to her room which I had in my pocket,
and of my right to use this key, I was satisfied with life, proud
of myself, and I loved God because he had let such things be.
One day a young man is passing in the street, he brushes against
a woman, looks at her, turns, goes on his way. He does not know
the woman, and she has pleasures, griefs, loves, in which he has
no part. He does not exist for her, and perhaps, if he spoke to
her, she would only laugh at him, as Marguerite had laughed at
me. Weeks, months, years pass, and all at once, when they have
each followed their fate along a different path, the logic of
chance brings them face to face. The woman becomes the man's
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