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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 MADEUP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your journal and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
(Only if you so desire,of course)

Date: 2008-02-05 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] abostick59.livejournal.com
Maybe I was a little bit over my head at that poker tournament in Montenegro, but I stayed out of the main event -- you know, the one where that crazy Royal Navy officer with the thousand-yard stare put a hella bad beat on some creepy financier for the win -- because the cash games were so damned good.

So there I was, playing a half triple-draw, half badugi mixed game with rich idiots who couldn't remember that the ace is high in deuce-to-seven. I was in the middle of a run of bad cards, the sort where they are so bad you don't lose very much because you know better than to play them. I folded my hand and stared into space across the casino floor, wondering if it was raining in Cincinnatti, when I noticed someone staring back at me: a woman wearing a chic little black dress and flat slippers. Was that ... ? It couldn't be! What would she be doing here? But of course it was: Cindy Emch. So I got up from the table and went to talk to her, find out why she was here. Her answer: "Sometimes love takes you strange places." You can say that again, sister.

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