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Lunch With a Friend

                 Yesterday I had lunch with a friend.   That is not breathtaking news.   There was no special occasion.   There was no news that we were dying to tell each other.   When the lunch was finished, I was not profoundly moved, had no penetrating insight, or strong resolve to go out and save the world.   It was just a lunch.   I had soup, not sushi.               The lunch was perfectly ordinary, just like the soup.   There were no sushi qualities to it.   I associate sushi with some extraordinary---something special and unusual.   I like sushi, but it is not an ordinary lunch fare for me.   Most of the time, I am just a soup kind of guy.   And so is my friend.   And so was our lunch.             Economically it was a loss.   I bought both lunches!   It would have cheaper to go to lunch by myself.   I smile as I type this because I know when we go to lunch again (when, not if), he will pay for the lunch.   And I know that day it will feel like a gift tha
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