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Eighteen and a half years as of today. It’s cliché to say, it feels like only yesterday. It’s not true. It’s never just yesterday. It’s a long time where I remember you and me and everything else is sectioned off, jettisoned into Other Time. Some of it is for the better. Not everyone gets to pick where they want to end up, or has enough escape velocity to be somewhere else. Even fewer get the choice to be where they want to be. I’m lucky. We both are.