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
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We had just finished exploring the Gemäldegalerie, where the Rembrandts captured us for more than an hour, and were sipping beer in the shade at that vegetarian place on Tucholskystraße. We were people-watching, checking out the junge Frauen together, making appreciative remarks and quiet wolf whistles. Remember how you laughed so hard that you blew beer suds all over the menu? That was hysterical.
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