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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."

[notsirsam]

He chokes slightly.

[vicioussweetie]

She laughs. "Oh, come on, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

[notsirsam]

"Never mention that again."

[vicioussweetie]

She sighs. "You're no fun."

[notsirsam]

"So I've been told. What did you do with the iconographs?"

[vicioussweetie]

She looks innocent. "What iconographs?"

[notsirsam]

"You know what iconographs." He gives her a hard look.

[vicioussweetie]

"Oh, those iconographs. I think they might have gotten mixed up with some I gave to Otto..."

[notsirsam]

"Oh, gods. I'm glad this is only imaginary." He shudders.

[vicioussweetie]

She laughs. "I'd never do anything like that accidentally, sir."

[notsirsam]

He chuckles softly.