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4.8.2003 Room of Friends




I sat there across a large table from Colin. Tommie sat diagonally behind me. Everything seemed so familiar and very comfortable. In a little while we would go out somewhere, possibly to a diner and have a cup of coffee like we always did. These were my friends. They were good friends. I glanced around the room like usual and spotted Alex, another good friend of mine. All we had to do was smile and nod at each other and we were synced up--simple as that. Like good friends do. All seemed so light, so surreal. I slowly began to wake and realized I was dreaming. I also realized that I miss them.


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...One thing is that no matter how old I am, I probably will not like being called sir or mister, for they have always seemed too far out of reach...

  

 
 

 
 

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