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The seat across from us stayed empty, and my eyes kept drifting toward it.
“Do you think he’ll come?” I asked.
“This was his idea to begin with.”
I nodded, but my stomach tightened. I hadn’t seen Rick in three decades; we’d texted a few times over the years, birthday wishes, memes, and photos of my kids when they were born.
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