My best friend died a couple of years back. We have not seen each other for quite sometime as we were both busy with work and she already was married at that time. One fine Saturday morning, while fixing our garden, a white car passed by our house and honked it's horn. I looked back and saw the car park a few blocks away from our house. I didn't pay much attention to it because the car didn't look familiar to me and if it was a visitor, it should stop right in front of our house. I continued with what I was doing, not minding who it was when suddenly I started to hear my name being called. It was my best friend! I was so happy that she paid me a visit. Our conversation didn't last long, though. As I can still recall, it happened for just about a minute or two. She said she just happened to pass by and wanted to invite me to her place in the evening to drink. The usual inuman we had way back in high school and college. I said okay. Time to catch up with each other's lives, right? I took a nap after lunch, excited - Excited to go out drinking again and be with her at least for a night. As I woke up, I was in a rush to get ready and leave. The phone rang, a common friend on the other line. The bad news: I was informed that my best friend passed away two nights ago. I just couldn't believe it. I knew it was her I was talking to in the morning of that day. It wasn't a dream. It was for real. In the flesh! How could it be?
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