Old Friends. New City.

Old Friends. New City.

When I was 15, an Italian boy named Filippo lived at my house in Melbourne on exchange for two months. I then lived with his family in Rome for two months. We became close friends but I had not seen him since. Tonight we unexpectedly found each other in New York after 10 years. Happiness.

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