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yes another update I am procrastinating that badly. but here is my favourite conversation with Chris ever. Its more for my nostalgic benefite than for your reading pleasure but too bad. It wasn't face to face but I picture him working at the bank in some sort of fancy lacoste outfit while I wasn't even wearing pants. He's just graduated commerce at U of T and is quite honeslty the only commerce kid I care to know.
Tony: essaying. says:
so how is work going?
Mr. Chris. wishes he could go to the beach. says:
i'm counting down till i can leave
Mr. Chris. wishes he could go to the beach. says:
i should just go now
Tony: essaying. says:
seriously is it that bad? I could hire you to somehow make me money. Fundraisor for Antonia Hammer!
what i really need is a benefactor
Mr. Chris. wishes he could go to the beach. says:
lol i'm contracted here for 6 months, can't help u there
in 6 months come talk to me, hopefully with a lucrative offer
Tony: essaying. says:
lucrative...um...I'll make your lunches
it'd be just like in grade school when we shared snacks at recess but instead of dunkeroos there'd be salmon or something
Mr. Chris. wishes he could go to the beach. says:
i never got any dunkeroos! at most i'd get your shoe in my shin
Tony: essaying. says:
oh come on i was a peach on the playground. so cheerful. friendly. always ready to share.
Mr. Chris. wishes he could go to the beach. says:
and i, in return, sold you chocolat bars at highly inflated prices. we seem to have continued to this day in what we do best; you sharing, philantropy. me, crooked, money driven
Tony: essaying. says:
hey it worked then, why not now! I like that we are still friends despite having nothing in common but a scarring primary education.
And if your feeling philanthropic you could pay my VISA.
Mr. Chris. wishes he could go to the beach. says:
and a semi-privalegged childhood, which gave me an ego and you a drive to help others.
Tony: essaying. says:
By others I know you mean most often myself.
Mr.Chris. wishes he could go to the beach.
It was a delicate balance for you.
and end endearing scene with near complete stranger/ number one playground friend since grade 4.
Tony: essaying. says:
so how is work going?
Mr. Chris. wishes he could go to the beach. says:
i'm counting down till i can leave
Mr. Chris. wishes he could go to the beach. says:
i should just go now
Tony: essaying. says:
seriously is it that bad? I could hire you to somehow make me money. Fundraisor for Antonia Hammer!
what i really need is a benefactor
Mr. Chris. wishes he could go to the beach. says:
lol i'm contracted here for 6 months, can't help u there
in 6 months come talk to me, hopefully with a lucrative offer
Tony: essaying. says:
lucrative...um...I'll make your lunches
it'd be just like in grade school when we shared snacks at recess but instead of dunkeroos there'd be salmon or something
Mr. Chris. wishes he could go to the beach. says:
i never got any dunkeroos! at most i'd get your shoe in my shin
Tony: essaying. says:
oh come on i was a peach on the playground. so cheerful. friendly. always ready to share.
Mr. Chris. wishes he could go to the beach. says:
and i, in return, sold you chocolat bars at highly inflated prices. we seem to have continued to this day in what we do best; you sharing, philantropy. me, crooked, money driven
Tony: essaying. says:
hey it worked then, why not now! I like that we are still friends despite having nothing in common but a scarring primary education.
And if your feeling philanthropic you could pay my VISA.
Mr. Chris. wishes he could go to the beach. says:
and a semi-privalegged childhood, which gave me an ego and you a drive to help others.
Tony: essaying. says:
By others I know you mean most often myself.
Mr.Chris. wishes he could go to the beach.
It was a delicate balance for you.
and end endearing scene with near complete stranger/ number one playground friend since grade 4.