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The father of my best friend in elementary school died this week. The services are today. I’m going, even though I’m certain I’ve not seen his daughter in 25 years. But I do remember those times. And how great I thought her dad was.

Back then, she and I liked the same boy. And today is his birthday.

All in all, I'm feeling a little melancholy today.

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