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[notsirsam]

Yeah. This is rediculous, but what the hell.

If you read this, 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

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[vicioussweetie]

"Remember the time you decided to go after your life-long dream of being a ballerina? You look damn good in a tutu."

[cptncarrot]

Carrot's eyes widen and his mouth hangs open for a long while.

[vicioussweetie]

She smiles innocently. "Is something the matter?"

[cptncarrot]

"Er. Er, no."

[vicioussweetie]

"If you're certain."

[cptncarrot]

"Er."

[vicioussweetie]

"Hmm?"

[cptncarrot]

"You... were making that up, right?"

[vicioussweetie]

"Yes Captain. That's the point of this game. We make up silly stories about one another."

[cptncarrot]

"Right." Carrot doesn't handle fiction well. It's too close to 'lying'.

[vicioussweetie]

"It's all for fun. Nothing to get upset about."

[cptncarrot]

He nods slowly. "If you say so, miss."

[vicioussweetie]

"I do."

[notsirsam]

"Pay no attention to her, Captain," he says firmly.

[cptncarrot]

"Sir." He salutes sharply, his face expressionless.

[notsirsam]

He nods emphatically.