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The Boy

I hadn’t seen him in ten years. Not since that day when we were eighteen. All our lives we had been best friends; I lived next door to him since we were two. Our parents instantly brought us together for playdates after we moved in that autumn afternoon, sixteen years ago.
As children we were teased. Boys and girls aren’t supposed to be friends while at a young age, but we stuck together through thick and thin, that is- until we were seniors in high school. I’m still not quite sure what happened;one day it was as if we’d never been friends before in our lives.
Today seeing him here in line at the super market was no different. Ten years later I thought maybe he’d talk to me and I could find out what happened between us. When I walked toward him and waved, he acted as if he’d never seen me before. I was stupid to think he could change.

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