I’ve known my friend Sam since he and I were fifteen years old. We went to the same high school, and for three years took most of our classes together. We became good friends during that time, but we went to different colleges, and, in the end, we drifted apart, as we went our separate ways. I saw Sam a few times here in New York over the years, but not often. We reconnected a couple of years ago when we both went home for a high-school reunion, and we talk regularly these days.
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