Running into each other at the Pizza Factory. I recognize her instantly. She looks just like she did when we met in 11th grade. Going to the mall in her dad's big truck. The same mall we shopped at as teens. Seeing one of my old boys. Can't believe 7 months have past. All the choices we've made. Telling it like it is and laughing like crazy.
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