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Bruce, Caroline


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.


Oh, it was that greasy-haired punk kid that worked at the Taco Bell about a block away. He was new and I guess somebody wanted to play a trick on him, but we sure showed him, didn't we, and we did get those Cokes! I got a black eye for my trouble while trying to wrestle him to the ground so you could tie him up and deliver him to the Coke truck driver like a Christmas ham!