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Oh man, I love this meme, and I hadn't seen it around in a while. DOOOO EEET.

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. 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.

Music:: Amy Winehouse - Tears dry on their own

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Hey, remember that time we went out for tacos and we ran into Diego Luna and he was about to snog some cuate and we just kept pointing and laughing and then you took your little notebook out and started writing slashy fic RIGHT THERE!! Hahahaha. Good times.

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Remember the time, back while you were in Germany, and we were both in Berlin at the same time, by chance, and we simply walked through the city and you saw pictures in every little shadow? I was confounded, and in a way, I still am; but I enjoyed the time. I think I still owe you the photograph of the one guy you found cute; you still owe me a painting of the Berlin sky.

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Remember that one time, when I told you about these two brothers I met on a family dinner at this Italian restaurant (they were my aunt's boyfriends' nephews)--and you started writing an NC-17 slash story about them right in the comments section?

I think I still have that thread saved up somewhere.

Say, are you going to expand the comments and post it as an original fic here? You should, you should!

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I remember the time that Terr and I came to visit you, and while you were showing us your coaster collection Dean Winchester climbed up onto your balcony to say hi.

Um, this was an actual dream I had and I remember when I woke up the thing I was the most wtf over was the fact that you collected cardboard drink coasters. Like. What? lol *g*

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That's... so very bizarre, lol. Coasters, haha.

Mmm, yeah, I remember Terra sort of jumped and tackled him and they both went out of the window and we ended up in the ER. Good times, though, at least Dean let us kiss him better and sign his shiny cast. Even if Sammy got a wee bit jealous. *g*

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I posted my paragraph in my journal ;)

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Remember when we met in Paris, in Cimetière de Montmartre? You were trying to channel the spirit of Oscar Wilde and I was attempting to burn Baudelaire's bones{what? He was haunting local art galleries and giving syphillis to unsuspecting tourists!}?

Then running into a certain pair of demon hunting brothers? One of which was fervently looking for Jim Morrison's ghost, the other wanted to put flowers on Claude Debussy's grave{who knew Sammy was such a fan of late 19th century composers?}. I still can't believe they tried to give us advice on seances and grave digging. Psht, like we couldn't do it twice as good as they could;)

Do you remember the general reaction when we realized we were all in the wrong cemetery?!? Yeah. Next time we should really remember to bring English{or Spanish!} guidebooks.

Oh and sorry for knocking over your seance candles. I realized that during all of the confusion I forgot to apologize:)

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Remember the time you came to London, and we were wandering around the shabby side of Holborn when we stumbled across an old police box? We tried to break in, hoping it would take us to another time and place, but it was painted shut, so we gave up. We ended up in a little wine bar with faded photographs on the walls and drank cheap wine until the evening went fuzzy and the lights of London started to shine in the offices above us.

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remember when we used to sit in the park near your school on the bench on that bridge from where you'd look at all the students leaving in the breaks or after school finished? And how we'd always spit of them?

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So that summer before you got the apartment on Lexington Ave, I totally remember this one time that we went out to dinner at that restaurant with the really awesome fries and ended up getting into a philosophical debate with a guy who insisted he should have won a nobel.

And then when you pointed out this really obvious flaw in his logic and he got all red, I remember the way that we both kind of looked at each other a knew we were both thinking the same thing: this is going to be an awesome summer.

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Remember the time when we met by the Bethesda Fountain in Central Park, and we spent an hour making fun of all the couples who were trying to have a romantic moment next to the fountain? Remember the Great Dane who kept harrasing us? But whose owner swore that that was the way the dog greeted everyone? I remember later, we pulled out sketch pads and tried to sketch a couple of ducklings swimming on the lake with their mother. Your sketches were always better than mine.

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I still have those sketches pinned on my wall, next to that photo of us in that Egypt-themed bar, remember? The one in which we're doing V gestures at the camera while wearing party hats with a dude painted golden behind us. I also remember when you started dancing on the table, you saucy minx. *g*

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Ah yes, the table dancing, who knew I had it in me :p

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Ohh, remember that time we went to this deserted beach in the evening when the sun was setting, wearing purple summer dresses and those biiiig straw hats we'd just bought at the market, and all kinds of cheap beaded necklaces and bracelets, and then we ran around in the shallow waves lapping at the sand and twirling broken shells and snailshells around our feet and for some reason we went deeper into the water, and the sun had almost set, there was this weird greenish tinge to the horizon and we became really mesmerized and transfixed, and then I don't remember, but we were completely drenched when we went to bed that night and afterwards you said you'd felt hands tugging at your ankles and I said I'd seen a pair of human-like eyes glittering near a rock, but when we went back the next morning there was just broken mother-of-pearl and funny seaweed curling lazily in the current?

Ahh, good times :D

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