If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) 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
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We somehow ended up at Berrima and after stocking up on books at Berkelouw’s book barn (you know the one, it had two levels of books and a fire with two couches). Once we had re-stocked, we ended up at the White Horse Inn in time for tea.
Then, tired and happy, we drove home in time for supper.
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Ahhh....memories....
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;)
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It would change the nature of our friendship forever but still... on that dark rainy saturday night, in one weak moment of drunken passion we crossed "THAT" threshold... and now forever I shall be changed by that experience.
These days I shall continue to wonder, what it would have been like if only we had taken another few seconds to consider the ramification of our actions... Then perhaps this Gorram bucket hadn't been shoved onto my head by you! =P
At least my head stays dry when it rains!
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Your head may stay dry but the noise must be astounding...
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