If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we've never spoken) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me
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When we started taunting the french immigrants, I think her high heel went completely through your hand *wince*. I don't even remember what it was about. But the other one stole my student ID and pack of Dentyne... Oh man, it's a lesson I'll never forget.
Boris~ that one time, when we met in Siberia, after the toilet paper and honey incident and we got really drunk on all that good Russian Vodka, and then the badger, he walked at midnight. Yes, it was good times, very good times. Oh, Siberia, how I miss you...
I remember this one time at a sleepover in middle school that all of us girls were talking about kissing and hoping we were good at it. I was especially nervous about it because I had never been kissed before. You, being the great friend that you are, offered to practice with me to make sure my technique was good. We spent three hours making out, and let me tell you, after telling that incident to the guys at our school, you and I could always find people to date! ^_~!
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Love. Natasha.
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