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Bruce, Caroline

Memories

I stole this one from the lovely kittytech, who stole it from the previous incarnation of her blog, on which she had stolen it from someone else. So call this living on stolen time.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we
don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND
FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or
bad-BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph
on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T
ACTUALLY remember about you.

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You know, I do remember that night. IT ended in disaster. Some scoundrel had broken into the Coke truck and replaced all the Coke in it with that other ... stuff. And the driver told us we could have a free shipment of coke if we tracked down the offender, remember? Now, who'd that offender turn out to be again?