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You see, for an introvert like me — someone who does everything possible to avoid meeting strangers — the good Lord brings guys like Nikunj into my life. We shared a room in an old miners’ boarding house, both on the bottom bunks — like summer camp.

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I was sitting on a park bench in downtown Aspen, trying to figure out if I was going to camp for the night or make the trek to Taos, New Mexico — seven hours south, and it was already two o’clock… the decisions that plague a drifter.

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I said to my buddy as chairlift after chairlift of beautiful people waved to us, “There are only two types in these towns: those who made the right decisions in life, and those who were born into it – no one accidentally shows up in Deer Valley.”

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I proceeded to brush my teeth in a gas station bathroom and drove south. A translucent glow hovered over the Tetons, like the wings of a million angels letting the perfect amount of sunlight fall across them. I had one of those “Is this really my life?” moments — and it was only half past seven.