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Walter Smith hadn't changed much since the day he graduated from high school. While his face seemed older, only slightly, he carried himself about as a young man, a child, half his age. Standing on the precipice of his forth decade, Walter Smith unconsciously thumbed the future and bared his arse to time.
Walter still cracked the same jokes he did as a pubescent boy; farting and crotch kicking were still the height of comedy for him. Walter also lived the same life style; same friends, same beer, wearing goofy hats to impress girls, chasing his youth through sports for the aged, like slow pitch softball, and fall weekends held nothing but football and hangovers. And unfortunately, Walter Smith still thought the same thoughts; sports were life, "my money is mine", "my second wife is my soul mate", and "don't tell me how to love my life, however, you are living yours is wrong".
Now, that may sound harsh, even a bit nasty, but that's not to say he wasn't a decent enough of a fella. Unfortunately, unbeknown to Walter, he was the paragon of stuck in time, however not quite Peter Pan; he was too much of a breast man.
Facing a reunion after twenty years with individuals like Walter Smith, Paul Dunning verged on dread. Sure, they would be several individuals who would be interesting to catch up with, but many would merely recount the glory days, as it were; Paul didn't really have much interest in spending an entire evening reminiscing. The occasional flashback or inside joke was part of the social fabric of life; sometimes it is nice to remember who you were in a seemingly different life. However, for many, there wasn't any change during life, and they definitely were the same person.
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