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Forever ago.

The name caught my eye immediately. Jimmy. Jimmy Talarico. It's funny, but I never really knew the last names of my friends when I was growing up. I guess. I looked him up. He looks much different from the Jimmy I remember. The Jimmy from 2nd grade.
Jimmy and I played robots, I wrote once.

I wonder if he remembers me. The way I remember him. And Anthony Carroll. And Luke and Joe Miller. And Tahsir Rahman. And Caitlin Wright. 2nd grade was a long, long time ago. He's a politician now, I guess. All of his pictures are him dressed in suits, speaking behind podiums. He's very active, politically. I wonder if he still adopts retired greyhounds. He looks very old. Like an aging man. The way he cuts his hair, the way he holds himself. He's not a boy anymore.

"God-gosh." He said. He only said it because it irked Luke. I couldn't help but laugh hysterically.

He ran for a position in student government. His profile is littered with Obama campaign things and pictures of him with famous politicians. Shaking hands with Bill Clinton. We used to play Jurassic Park. I was Alan Grant, the paleontologist, and he was Ian Malcolm, the mathematician. I sat in the wagon and he pulled it. He sat in the wagon and I pulled it. It was our tour jeep. We knew all the dinosaurs.

I still know them, Jimmy. Do you?I got behind on comics.

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