After a while, Mary sighed contentedly. “You know, Alice, it’s not just the memories that make me happy. It’s knowing that I have a friend like you to share them with. That’s what keeps me young at heart.” Alice nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for the companionship they had cultivated over the years.
“You’re right, Mary. It’s the little things that matter,” Alice agreed. “And being able to sit here with you, talking about life, makes everything feel just a little bit brighter.” They both took a deep breath, savoring the summer breeze that rustled the leaves and filled the air with a sense of peace.
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