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  • She's short. I'm not.
    She likes to cook. I don't.
    She loves watching TV. I hate it.
    She likes the city. I don't.
    She likes big parties. I like one-on-one conversations.
    She doesn't like solitude. I do.
    Silence is not her thing. It's mine.
    She's Catholic. I'm not.
    She's worked at one career since we graduated from college. I haven't.
    She has always made an excellent salary. I haven't.
    She's conservative. I'm liberal.
    She likes to debate. I don't.
    She has a TV that's almost as tall as she is. I haven't owned one in almost 40 years.
    She drinks. I don't.
    She's not crazy about my choice in men. I'm not crazy about hers.
    She's always wanted to be a wife and mother. I wanted to be a riverboat gambler or a spy.

    We've been best friends for nearly 40 years. One time in college we discussed our friendship and found we had seven things in common.

    Those were the important ones.

    (Photo is of a brooch Dot bought for me when she lived in Moscow for a while -- it's about 1 1/2 inches wide, with detail so fine it had to be painted with a brush with a single hair -- of Novo Devichy cathedral. Her knowledge of what I like is unerring.)
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