Gumpology

Gump asks, “Whats my destiny moma?”
Gump’s moma says, “Life is like a box of chocolates,… you never know what you gonna get until you open it.”
“ ..But you gotto do the best with whatever you have got.”

Gump wonders, “ Do each of have a destiny or are we all just floating around?”,
Gump says, “ May be both of it is true, may be both of it is happening.’’

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