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I walked down the street and shivered. This was where I waited for my friends. I waited a long time before I finally went home. There was no word but I knew. They had moved on without me like a flock of birds flying south. Our friendship had been beautiful and golden, so it had been worth it to wait. But now I am sad and a fool and this street I walk everyday reminds me every time.


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