"Terry held a photo of his ex-girlfriend and memories of his relationship made him snob. "I spent three years away from my family to be with you and n...w you're telling me it's over?" Terry pull out a lighter from his pocket and burn the photo. "What did I do wrong to deserve this?"Eight hours later.Terry's travel is a dark and lonely night. A strong current of wind and snow bombarded his car."This is just great, why there got to be a storm tonight?" Terry said in frustration.Terry accelerates. My name is Paris"And so that was the start of our long and interesting friendship, a simple greeting in the hall lead me to find the person who stood by me and supported me throughout all of high school. Our Freshman and Sophomore years weren't too interesting, it was the summer I turned 16 that changed our entire friendship. That was the summer I came out of the closet. I knew I was different for awhile now, I never showed any interest in boys, and I liked changing in gym class when I could. Whenever the old folks got together for Canasta, you just know one of the stories Frieda told was about the day she walked Peg to the park when she was a little over two years old. Frieda, being way past the normal age for keeping up with an active two year old, made for the nearest unoccupied bench near the swings. They were both sitting down and Frieda had one of Peg's feet in her lap, tying a shoelace that had come undone on the walk when Peg said, "847." That's nice, Munchkin."Nothing more. Reed’s booming voice replied. “I’m guessing this meeting wasn’t pre-scheduled,” his secretary said as she looked up and down the outfit. “Excuse me,” Laney said as she walked past her and opened the door to Mr. Reed’s office. “Laney?” he asked in a shockingly disapproving tone as he blinked twice to confirm it really was her. Mr. Reed had hired Laney when she was just 22 and fresh out of college. He’d taken her under his wing and taught her all about the business. Ten years later, he viewed.