So, after a great weekend Rachel and I were getting ready to check out of the hotel. We double checked the room to make sure nothing was being left behind and then headed out to the elevator. We boarded the elevator on the 11th floor surrounded by several people and started downwards. Then, we stopped on the 5th floor to pick up one last couple. As they stepped into the elevator, one girl stepped into the small space between the door and me, and as I looked up and saw her face I recognized her instantly. It was *Mo*, a good friend from junior high through high school who I hadn't seen in 10 years. Just after the last time I saw her at another friend's wedding, she sent me an email and came out. Now Facebook friends, I saw the pictures from her wedding earlier this year. Lately I've kept thinking how much I want to talk with Mo, and then, just like that, she's inches away from my face in a random elevator in a city hundreds of miles away from either of our homes.
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