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When my first wife decided to end things, I found myself trying to start my life all over again. I had found a place big enough for myself and my two kids that would be coming over for weekend and holidays. On moving day, as I was unloading boxes out the back of my pickup I heard a voice say “So you’re the new neighbor.”
I turned to see on old friend from high school standing in the opposite driveway. Her body slightly matured but her face the same cute and friendly way I remembered. She ran over and hugged me, her 5’3″ athletic frame a drastic difference from my 6’5″ and heavy set body. We stood there and caught up on the last 10 or so years. We talked about my kids and hers, we exchanged phone numbers, we made the usual platitudes of “I’m here if you need anything” and for the first time in a while I felt good again.