My
best man knew the maid of honor in my wedding and they got married. My
best man is my fifth grade classmate in Hong Kong. The amazing
coincidence is I met him unexpectedly in a Greyhound station in Albany
at 3 am when I was coming to Mass. for grad. school from Cal. and he was
changing bus on his way to Toronto. The chance could be less than
hitting the lottery.
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