Saturday, 5 April 2008


They sat across the small table. Staring. Disbelievingly.

They barely even remembered each other. One even reached out his hand to make sure it wasn't a trick. That this wasn't a mirror. Grinned. That grin set it off. Brought everything back in a swirl.

Grins changed to smiles spreading across their faces. In minutes, they were children again.

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