One time, as we were traveling down a major street in Washington, I was looking out the window and all of a sudden I spotted a high school friend, Blair. He was standing with the other protesters holding a sign against the war. I wasn’t surprised to see him there; although we had never talked politics in high school, I had always known his views. But suddenly, as I saw him, he saw my dad and me. Simultaneously, Blair lowered his sign and started smiling and waving as my dad and I smiled and waved back, mouthing “Hi, Blair.” It was exactly like running into an old friend, which is in fact what
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