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Jake, mate, how are you? Ah you know John smirked same old, same old. Beneath the golden sycamore, the two dear friends sat and conversed. For years, they had been separated by circumstances beyond their control. Now, they were immersed in the moment and delighted in the discussion that was unfolding. Yet, despite their best efforts, they couldn’t get away from the reality of their present-day friendship. I suppose Jake began that we ought to have made more effort to see each other. True John replied if I have one regret, it’s that we haven’t really made time to catch up. Silence emerged as they both fell into musing. Jake recalled all those moments when John had promised to visit, but didn’t. Suddenly, John fired up I know he exclaimed let’s make a deal that we will meet up at this very spot on this day every year. Deal Jake cried.