A 100-word story

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I crack a beer and sink into a chair that’s in the sun and out of the wind to dial my friend Dave. He knew me when I had hair.

Dave still lives in the desert where we took road trips guided by one rule: stay on dirt unless low on gas or beer.

Since then we’ve each acquired a kid and a divorce.

“How you been?” I ask.

“I drink less than I used to,” he says, “but more than I should.”

“You up for a road trip?”

“Tell me when,” Dave says. “I’ll meet ya at the airport.”

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