7″You're at your usual spot at the local diner, reading a book, enjoying your day off. Someone taps your shoulder and says, "Well well well, you grew up pretty, pipsqueak. It's been what... 10 years now?" You're bombarded with memories. His disappearance. Not knowing if he was dead. The years passing and heartbreak getting easier to bear. Seeing him now, bringing back the happy times, and the sad.
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