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Sure, he didn't die, but more than 2 years away from the first true friend you had can really do something to you. I met Alex in the 1st grade. We were inseparable. Our parents became friends and then Alex and I had tons of playdates. We liked the same show, Wild Kratts, and even though we don't watch it anymore, we still like it. Alex was like a brother to me. But then, at the end of 2nd grade, he went to a school closer to him, in Angwin. Our parents still organized playdates, but then our busy schedule kicked him. The last time I had seen him was my birthday party, which sadly fell on an earthquake. (August 24, IDK what year, American Canyon to somewhere around St. Helena, CA) Then went over 2 years. My 11th birthday was bittersweet becasue it marked 2 years. Finally on last christmas, I got to see him. I saw him again, but the 2 years... aweful heartbreak.
