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February 22, 2002
Together again, but this time in the late afternoon. Coffee at my favorite place on the Boulevard. We consume a couple of cups outside on the sidewalk. The sun is melting the city in February. Shorts and tank top weather. Everyone seems to be out and soaking up the heat.

We part ways at sunset, bitter sweet, planning on our next date.

And then, that night, out for small party. Total surprise, she’s there. We’d never discussed the possibility we’d both been invited to the same event. She’s barefoot, painted toes and ready to make ice cream. I scream. Internally.