Oh sorry, not strangers. The guy worked for the same company as me...
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...I saw him at meetings in Houston occasionally and we spoke on the phone many times. Though we were not friends and I did not know his family it seemed like the right thing to do. His daughter was a pain but otherwise it was okay. She was at that "moping" stage where her life revolved around her friends and she hated our slow internet. She also hated sitting and watching our stale old TV shows.
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