Last night I had a friend over. She and I go back some time. She needed help in transferring her data to a new laptop. She is a road warrior because of her profession. It is an honor that she trusts me implicitly with her data.
She knew that I would have been at it all day teaching, she also was at it all day to travel to her annual sales meetings starting today.
She was waiting on me in my driveway yesterday. She texted me and asked if she could take me out to Supper, I deferred. After a day of teaching, I just wanted to get home. She brought a full spread of Outback take out. We had Supper and conversed. For one brief moment this house was a home, filled with laughter, stories of times past and things done and said back then. Those stories have much import simply because she was more than a friend way back then.
We both excuse the exuberance of youth for those stories simply because we did some remarkable things back in the day:
So for her, this:
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