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That Friend
My friend was such a friend that when we rode our bikes along Lake Michigan on very hot days we would stop, laughing and daring, then let our bikes fall in the sand and, even though we were grown-ups, run into the waves with all our clothes on.
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Terrific. I’d like to be friends with these friends!
What a lovely description of a friendship! You’ve given us a great sense of the relationship here, with a touch of nostalgia and even, maybe, loss?
Lovely story.
Wonderful kind of friend.
I love this