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I finished the book I was reading. It was excellent. I decided to smoke a cigarette but the porch light had already been turned off and since it's 5 in the morning, I didn't want to chance turning it back on and waking up one of the many people sleeping in my living room. So instead, I opened my bedroom window and perched on the windowsill. It reminded me of when Cliff and I used to climb up on top of his roof and lay there, smoking and talking. One Halloween we both wore all black and hid on the roof. When kids came up to the door, Cliff jumped down and scared the crap out of them. I'm scared that we won't be friends anymore. I don't want to hang out with him only to discover that we don't have anything to talk about. It's stupid. I know that won't happen. We have the last three years of our lives to talk about. I never thought that he would be the one calling me. I even wondered if he even still thought about me. Or, worse, if he were even still alive. Alive and thriving, it seems. With a plan. A million thoughts are going through my head. I don't know that I'll be able to sleep tonight (err, this morning). Should I be nervous? Should I be scared? Should I be excited? Or should I just let whatever happens happen? There, that's the answer.