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*I covered a story tonight in the same place where my senior prom was held 19 1/2 years ago. I'm still in touch with my date...we've been friends for more than half of my life. He's a good guy.

We argued prolifically. I wasn’t patient, you said. Don’t look at me with those EYES. You wore high-top sneakers and a black concert t-shirt daily. We grew our hair. We grew up and away. Before, we talked everywhere - under parking lot lights, in bars, on the beach, work when you rode your bike over and I edited your papers. Once  we threw cake at each other and hugged, spontaneously, people and icing everywhere.