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My friend texts me. It's been more than 20 years since we've seen one another. She's in town and wants to know if I can meet her. I immediately call an Uber.
I can't wait to see her.
She's at the Irish pub in my hometown. The same place where I've just run into my ex-husband. The place I've avoided for years, I am now walking into yet again.
She's sitting at the bar.
She's makeup free with the same effortless glamour. Her long blonde hair cascades over the side of her face. A sweet brindle Frenchie named Jimmy sits on her lap.
She's as casually laid back as I remember.
Not to mention, beautiful and hysterically funny.
She chats with the man to her right. He's a guy that I know, and who knows my ex-husband. A handsome man in a blue blazer stands to her left. We hug one another and she makes an introduction.
"This is my boyfriend," she says.
"It's nice to meet you," I say.
He moves around us to talk to the other man.
"He's younger than me," she whispers. "Sixteen years."
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