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The door began to close I noticed a man run for it. I stopped the door and looked up. And there he was. New glasses Same green shirt Same bright eyes. He hugged me, like friends do. A far cry from our last embrace, lasting only a few seconds instead of a painfully beautiful eternity. We talked like we had before. But when we parted this time, I looked him in the eye. “Goodbye, Chris” And I meant it.
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Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 9:24 PM UTC
Porter Station, 12:25 AM
The door began to close I noticed a man run for it. I stopped the door and looked up. And there he was. New glasses Same green shirt Same bright eyes. He hugged me, like friends do. A far cry from our last embrace, lasting only a few seconds instead of a painfully beautiful eternity. We talked like we had before. But when we parted this time, I looked him in the eye. “Goodbye, Chris” And I meant it.
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Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 9:24 PM UTC
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