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Jason walked into the diner and grabbed a seat at the bar.
“Ricky! What are you doing here?”
“Hey man. Good to see you. It’s been way too long.” What a coincidence, I thought to myself.
Jason and I went to middle school and high school together. We both grew up on Long Island and lived four miles apart from each other. I knew him well. He was always a serious student who worked hard. I knew that Jason was going places. Sadly, we lost touch over the years as life got in the way. I was working so hard just trying to survive, and I did not have much time for a social life.
“Jason, when was the last time that I saw you?”
“I think I saw you on the Island at the high school alumni fundraiser ten years ago.”
“That’s crazy. You’re right.”
“I’m sorry. I read the papers. I’m sure you saw
