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Once at the pool table, we played a few rounds, and I tried to communicate my moves by stylishly stroking the pool stick. However, it seemed like his brain had the attention span of a goldfish. Disappointed as the night grew late, I went home at 1 AM, feeling a bit unlucky.
As I lay in bed, reminiscing about his glancing hair and our laughter, a message popped up on my phone, raising my hopes. It was him, and my heart skipped a beat. I eagerly checked his status 5:12 AM, last online. I read the message with anticipation, only to discover he had to catch a 9 AM flight back home.
At the airport, I spotted him with his glancing haircut, waiting. We locked eyes, and he sprinted towards me. I opened my, arms wide open. As we hugged for what felt like minutes, our ♥♥♥♥♥ seemed to engage in a unique sword fighting contest.
Guess who won? He walked away like a penguin towards his gate, ready to catch his flight. Reflecting on the night, I realized waiting 14 years might not have been worth it, but the unexpected airport reunion certainly added a peculiar chapter to our friendship story