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I rode my bike to to the S____'s. They'd moved since the last time I'd seen them, and were living in a big bungalow-style home on a corner lot with a big tree in the front yard.
Their daughter J____ was there, looking down onto the street from a treehouse high above. She was so much older than the last time I'd seen her.
G____ was sitting on the porch, reading a book and drinking coffee. She saw me as I rolled into view, and greeted me with a look that said there was no point in walking up the stairs and saying hello.
M____ was nearby, sitting with a group of their new neighbors, so engaged in conversation with them that he didn't even notice me.
I wondered why I'd made the trip, and what I'd hoped to accomplish with such a sudden appearance.