Life Happened, prologueMay 1996For most alumni of Freshwater High, it was a tremendous joy to be uniting for the first time in ten years.Others sucked it in and went with their heads held high, hoping to get out as quickly as possible.One in particular hoped to be the first of them to make his escape. Daniel Baldwin arrived at the school at 6:30 in the evening. What a waste of a Saturday. He thought bitterly.He didn't want to attend his class reunion. There were better things to do. He could be "grading" papers for his students (most were eight years old, what was the point?)He could be washing dishes.Worst of all, he could be tolerating the long-winded stories from his elderly neighbor, who had nothing better to talk about than her cats and dead husband. Any of those were better than here. He approached the gymnasium, which had been converted into a convention room for the night.It was dark, with limited lighting and 80's college rock p
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