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The photograph to the right is of Samantha while she was still working at Syracuse University. Until March of 2007, I would have gone eleven years without seeing her. Although there was an eleven year lapse in seeing each other, it was as though it had only been a week! We hadn't skipped a beat.
Samantha's horrible about writing or calling, but I don't wish her any ill will. She's a busy gal. Hell, I speak to her mother more than her. I miss her a tremendous amount. Over the years, our lives have taken two completely different paths. This was the woman I was going to marry at one time.
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Two crazy kids in college. We were so different back then.
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