I have been blessed to stay friends with three of my four principle running buddies from high school. Later this summer, the last of these friends will be getting married. He waited a long time to find the right girl, and he kissed his share of frogs along the way, but this one seems to be "The One" he's been waiting for since the first time I sat down across from him in the high school library and admired the Arnold Schwarzenneger photo taped to his binder.
I could gush on his good fortune, but he's already done that in a column published the old fashioned way: in a small town newspaper.
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Tell this hack to stop ripping me off from the grave.
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