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Years ago, during those days when life revolved around books, classes, projects, mess food and gossip there were two friends. They spent hours talking, about what I remember not. But I guess their talks were on classes, guys, other gals, family, dreams, hopes, movies, dresses and in short everything under the sun. And yes they fought and got back together, celebrated birthdays together and moved away. Time flew away, days rolled into months, priorities changed, distances became bigger, emails sporadic, phone calls occasionally and that is life. But today circumstances change yet again and call it karma or whatever; they are just separated by just a little more than 1000 miles. And how is this meet going to be? Me and friend from undergrad days SG are going to get together this weekend.We are off to Phoenix to meet Mr. and Mrs. G. I bet we have lots to catch up. Looking forward for the visit!