In 1977, Susan and I wrote in each other's yearbooks.
We said we'd always be friends.
Of course we did.
We were teenagers.
Everything was forever.
Almost fifty years later, I found what Susan had written to me.
And I found what I'd written to her.
Turns out we weren't being dramatic.
We were right.

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