I was once called over to the house of a friend of mine who said it was of the utmost importance. Upon arrival, I was greeted with him standing on his front porch. After getting out of my green 2003 Toyota Camry, I was beckoned inside his house and quickly pulled into the kitchen. Just as the kitchen door opened, the sound of a microwave beeping could be heard and the smell of buttery popcorn and melted cheddar cheese was in the air. I looked over at my friend. He was on the verge of tears. Together, we slowly walked over to the microwave, where an empty bowl was waiting for us on the countertop. My friend opened the microwave and pulled out the bag that had been inside. He opened the bag and emptied its contents into the waiting bowl with a quiet rustling and pinging sound. He was now quietly crying and I had something in my eyes. We both grabbed a handful of the cheesy popcorn and slowly lifted it to our mouths. We sobbed as we stuffed handful after handful into our eager mouths until the bowl was empty, save for the few unpopped kernels in the bottom. We looked into the eyes of one another. There were no more tears.
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