It happened.
She was found.
Ages ago I'd left a search with Reunion.com, of all places... surprisingly, on January 8th I received a message.
It was rather an angry message. Remotely curious.
I responded, she responded.
I wrote her an email.
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What comes to mind is a band-aid being ripped off: the sudden unexpected "ouch!", the exposed wound, the wanting to protect it. Or maybe even the wanting to find another band-aid.
Sometimes it's like that.
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