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okay, let's do this thing.
lifted, at this point, from everyone in creation:
Part of being on Livejournal.com is inevitably gaining a number of LJ buddies. Unfortunately, as time wears on, it's easy to forget where all of them came from. Post this in your journal and have your friends respond with how they recall first 'meeting' you.

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I think.
(Woo, curling!)
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(Psst...are you coming this weekend? I never got an answer back from the last email)
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it appears madame has mixed her
metaphorsmemes.(i never had time to answer the last e-mail. this job blows, man. but fortunately it pays [cough] big bucks.)
(i can't come up this weekend. as i told
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Feel better, hon. I'm sorry I won't be seeing you this weekend, but I certainly understand the "needing not to collapse" thing.
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I met you through
*pets Mac and tries to foist pretty young men on him*
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Saw you first in Bethesda when i was staying with my then-friends who live there. (We don't talk any more. Had a flaming political row in which I found myself having to justify Sharon and all chickenhawks. And pro-war democrats like Tom Lantos whose sole motivation was supposedly Israel. At which point I decided that the antisemitic flotation line had been reached, and bailed out.)
And I met Agent Reynard in Paris recently, of course, in a small restaurant on rue Tiquetonne. (I assume your RER ride back to Roissy was okay - it was good of you to come into town for this.)
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Thank you for that. :~)
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That cold lonely alley...
Our paths crossed when T dragged you into the SVS as her beta-reader. You were one of the three people who kindly but firmly demonstrated I didn't know my a$$ from a hole in the ground about grammar and stuff.
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So, if I am correct (and that is ALWAYS a big if), I may actually be responsible for . . .
Nah, probably not.
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Honestly, I adored