Thinking of Velma, ten years gone today; it simply only right to blow the dust off this account- now only memories itself- and remember her here, where so much of it took place. Wouldn't we have some shit to catch up on, though, if we could sit down at a table in Rose's?
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A song by a favorite artist of ours. )
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Ten years, holy shit! I think of her still, even though we only met once or twice. She made an outsized impression on me, and I suspect most everyone she met.
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