He used to work in the same building as I do and we would run into each other from time to time at a bar after work. He retired at 55, probably about three years ago but I’ll see him around the area from time to time but usually during the winter months he’s in sunny Florida. So, I was surprised when I saw he at the coffee shop.
“Hey, how are things?”
“I can’t complain,” he said.
“Oh! Then obviously I’ve mistaken you for someone else.”
“You missed it; he was just complaining,” the coffee shop girl added.
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
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