I had some trouble finding
his complex initially, some quirk of how I recorded his driving instructions. I called him on my cellphone and he guided me in from the eleventh floor balcony. In retrospect, I cannot recall how we greeted each other, mostly because I cannot imagine seeing him without sticking my tongue in his mouth.
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But I suppose I am getting ahead of myself. )
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Voices carry.
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Yeah, I have a sweet and fuzzy spot. It's like a cute button, it gets activated all the time...
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"And then...
And then...
And then..."
But that's largely how I remember it: without embellishment, yet still perfect.
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But really? Screw quality of writing. Your enjoyment comes burning through your default dispassion, and it definitely conveyed the sensations of your time together. Just a shame about the three weeks - it's horrible when you connect and then they go.
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Your experience has inspired me to write though.
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Sounds like you had fun fun fun, ignoring the horrible hangover part !
(huggle)
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me = cheese
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(see, I can do math, even though I'm a lib arts grad)
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but even i think that sounds genuinely nice.
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