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A long time friend whose visit brought him more than wonderful memories. ]]></description>
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<p>The sun was already low in the horizon when he reached the familiar white residence.</p>
<p>Brian waited in anticipation to meet his former classmate, Mae. This would be their first meeting in six years after graduation. He wanted to surprise her; his memory of her home served him well. He traveled hundreds of miles, just to see her again.</p>
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<p>With orange tulips and chocolates in his hands, a black coupe parked on the street and he saw her familiar figure. Mae didn&#8217;t change; everything about her was the same.</p>
<p>Her face lighted up when she saw him. &#8220;Brian!&#8221; she exclaimed, not entirely knowing what to say.</p>
<p>The passenger door opened, a small boy came out and looked at them. Brian&#8217;s heart felt light at the presence of the child who bore the same eyes and shape of his handsome face.</p>
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