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Out of the blue,
a hi, hello.
Drinks?
Perhaps dinner.
A friend resurrected,
pulled from fading memories,
solid in their laughter,
a pint in the flesh.
It's been a while,
a year, a decade,
days uncounted,
but all regretted.
So here we are again,
old jokes on new faces,
defibbing a friendship.
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