No looking back.

There’s no escaping the past. It caught up with me yesterday.

They named it. Angels 98 Class Reunion. Whaat? I thought I really could escape reunions. I really did. Seems I just can’t.

And so there I was. Nostalgic? Never.

Why then was I there? Because Munel was convincing. And maybe because I was curious, too. Maybe.

I was there but I really wasn’t.

No fair, everyone got considerably heavier except for Joanne. (BSAT Batch HS ‘98 Reunion.)

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