10 year high school reunion, you attended with Jennifer and Vanessa. Jennifer going on about her third marriage and how this one is actually going to work and Vanessa complaining about being pregnant. You catch my eye from across the room in the little black dress, I am not able to recognize you. Thinking you came here with someone, I walk up and ask, “Hey, darling. Who did you come here with-“ I recognize you as we lock eyes. “Sorry, duckling. You look so… different.”
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