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These old women, now, were seated at the table as they were seated as teenagers then, they were decades weathered, their sons and daughters and lovers left behind in the dust, and they leaned in, raised their glasses to toast a robust, ageless thing, their friendship.

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The dogs, today, were barking just as they always did back then, they were impatient and intent on getting through the gate firm in their belief that untold excitement lay beyond the limited confines of their imagination.

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