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“This is the best pizza I’ve ever had,” Mark declared, a mouthful of cheesy goodness. The small Italian restaurant was buzzing with the Saturday night crowd, and the aroma of garlic and oregano filled the air. He and David had been coming here since they were kids. It was their place. The news of David's relocation was like a punch.

He realized the immense gift of their friendship. Every shared joke, every late-night conversation, every silly inside reference – it was all a treasure. He reached across the table and clinked glasses with David, a warm feeling spreading through him. He felt happy, despite everything.