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Ethan sits in front of me, and I'm surprised to see him; I thought he would be among the grandchildren who wouldn't come.
"Yes, it's really nice to see you. I thought you wouldn't come." I put the glass of juice on the table and looked at the lake.
"I thought I wouldn't, but in the end, I decided to come; no one mentioned you would be here," he explains, taking an apple from the fruit basket on the table.
"They probably forgot to tell you," I say, looking at everyone who is now gathered in the living room.
"How are you?" He takes a bite of the apple.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking." I take another bite of my omelet.
"It's hard to see you now. I wish I could have the friend I had before, maybe talk on the phone." He looks genuinely sad, and I feel bad for him.
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