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I'm really excited. Friday was an momentous day. I'll start at the beginning. I came back from lunch, and went to my third period on Friday without much thought to anything. It was a regular day, a regular Friday. I was staring into space, waiting for my teacher to show up and unlock the door, as I had arrived early due to a wristwatch snafu. As I stared blankly off into space, someone walked into that blank space and stared back. She said, "Hello." I started, and replied in turn with a friendly greeting. We shook hands. She said her name was Martina. I replied with Steven. We proceeded into a 2 minute conversation about clammy handshakes, perspiring water bottles, in an oddly smooth dialogue of subtle humor. Our teacher arrived, and we walked into class and sat down in our respective seats. I did not see her for the rest of school day. After school, I was walking out in the direction of my car, parked far away so as to avoid the towtruck, and there she was again. I set down my bag, and she hers, and we spoke more. Eventually the topic led to cars, and I mentioned my sand encrusted Subaru. She said how much she missed the beach, as she had moved here from Florida. Startled, I exclaimed that I too had come here on exodus from Florida. She said, "Where in Florida?", and I said the same, a second later, and our queries overlapped. "I asked you first," she said. "Fort Walton Beach," was my reply. She laughed, and said something that made me let out a "Holy shit," in the spirit of irony. "I came from Niceville." I understood then why her sense of humor seemed oddly familiar. It was that distinctive brand of humor bred on the Gulf Coast, a sense of humor I shared. Not only does she come from damn near my hometown, but she's pretty kickass too. I'm totally stoked.