"Ya makes yer bets, ya takes yer chances! 7-come-11, next shooter." Where you were born, when you were born, and how you came to life… we are the dice, cast upon history. "What are the odds that I would meet you here, today, in the stadium; that we would fall madly in love with each other on sight; and then, at the moment life becomes meaningful, beautiful Vesuvius gives us a show! Clearly the gods favor us." [post-script: The entire city of Pompeii was suddenly buried under 30 feet of red-hot raining ash.].
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