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Measurements of the cosmic background radiation (the echo left over from the big bang) indicate that the space we live in is infinite and that matter is spread randomly throughout it. Therefore, all possible arrangements of matter must exist out there somewhere—including exact and inexact replicas of our own world and the beings in it. Unlikely and illogical, but not completely implausible.

Does this mean I have to start over on building my lego knight's kingdom?

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This is my roommate, Naminé.

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She's cute.

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Ah ... thank you.

It's nice to meet you.

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Yes, I'm L.

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What are you doing?

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Speaking with Near's roommate.

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'She's cute'?

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She isn't?

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I don't see how that's important.

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So I should only state important facts?

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Ah, hello. Are you a friend of Near's?

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No.

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Oh. I see.

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This is Mello. I grew up in the same place as him, and we were in the same classes.

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Oh, thank you.

It's nice to meet you, Mello.

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Ah? I suppose so. I hadn't really thought much on it.

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I didn't expect so.

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She is a good roomate. Her friends often bring baked goods, and she has a lot of crayons.