“You too.”

            He wrapped his arms around me and he smelled like a hundred promises I made, and forgot to keep.  “Next airport bar, the drinks are on me, okay?”

            “Okay.”

            “Stay strong, Spence.”

            “Stay sweet, Joe.”

            Then we pulled apart.  Slowly.  Like a cinnamon roll you wanted to savor. 

            I wat...

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