I laughed.
Then he asked, “Have you always been an optimist?”
“Always,” I cheerily said. “Someone has to be. It’s my duty as a human being.”
He then patted one of my hands. “You’re a good human, Paul Avery. One of the best. I’m so glad we met and you’re in my life.”
“Me, too,” I said, feeling the age gap between us close ever so slightly. It proved we were adult men who could be friends, enjoying each other’s company and working out life together. How could my friendship with him be any better? I honestly didn’t think there was any way it could, and that made me perfectly happy. 65: Blue
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