I am stoked, or maybe not. It has been twenty-five years since we graduated. I wonder if they will remember me. Maybe not. I wonder if they will notice I have aged. Perhaps not. I wonder if they will notice my crow’s feet. Maybe not. I wonder if they will notice I have gained a few extra pounds. Perhaps not. I wonder if they will miss me if I am a no show. Maybe or perhaps not.
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