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She looked just like a girl in high school, who use to li e ne!t door. The last time I thought a"out this high school girl, was twenty years ago. I wonder why that thought came to me, #or the li#e o# me I don$t know. It$s #unny how seeing someone, can triger distant memories #rom your mind. I wonder i# there$s a reason #or this, an answer o# any kind. I use to like this high school girl, I ha e always wondered where she went. Now that I$m single again, looking her u%, might "e well s%ent. So I called the girls$ %arents on the %hone, to see what she might "e doing. Actually I was curious, i# an old #riendshi% she might like renewing. And "elie e it or not, she just got di orced hersel#, she remem"ers me. So I$m meeting her #or a drink at &c 'a ins 'rill, I guess we$ll see. Boy we had a great time last night, she$s still a looker. But her se%arated hus"and came in, gra" her arm and took her. I didn$t want to start trou"le, so I watched her walk out the door. I guess a situation like that, has a lot o# heart aches in store. This girl looked so i"rant, I wish she had stayed. But I guess that$s the way it goes, no sense in ha ing trou"le made. So here I go again, losing slee% o er another girl. I wish I could "e like other guys, lo e and lea e them, gi e using a whirl. So one night I went "ack to &c'a ins, to ha e a cou%le o# drinks. (ou ne er guess what ha%%en, you ne er would think. In walks the ne!t door girl, she said, I thought I$d #ind you here. (ou know I like you, I ga e my hus"and the "oot, how a"out a "eer. Author) Timothy B. Thayer$ *+,*-,.*//