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					<description><![CDATA[Whenever I read things like this I feel sad, because I don&#039;t have any friends that go back to my childhood.  The closest I had was a friend I made in high school.  I was an usher at his wedding (and he at mine), and after several years he just sort of drifted away.  I talked to him on the phone almost a year ago, when I&#039;d just bought this house and wanted to share the joy with &lt;b&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt; who might have appreciated the struggle it took to get here, but he just seemed distant and uncaring.

Now, the person who&#039;d count as my oldest friend is someone I&#039;ve known for about three years.

There&#039;s a world of difference between the things you can tell an old friend and the things you can tell a new friend.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Whenever I read things like this I feel sad, because I don&#8217;t have any friends that go back to my childhood.  The closest I had was a friend I made in high school.  I was an usher at his wedding (and he at mine), and after several years he just sort of drifted away.  I talked to him on the phone almost a year ago, when I&#8217;d just bought this house and wanted to share the joy with <b>someone</b> who might have appreciated the struggle it took to get here, but he just seemed distant and uncaring.</p>
<p>Now, the person who&#8217;d count as my oldest friend is someone I&#8217;ve known for about three years.</p>
<p>There&#8217;s a world of difference between the things you can tell an old friend and the things you can tell a new friend.</p>
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