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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 memory of you and me. It can be anything you want—good or bad. When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or moritified) about what people remember about you.
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So many of my memories are like that first one.
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how it all started.
the rest is history. :)
it's weird to think that both of those places are no longer in existence, but we're still around so that's a good thing!
Re: how it all started.
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learning to swing with you is a treasured memory, not least because -- despite our significant height difference -- you were *so* easy to dance with...
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Later, we hugged and I said "Mazal tov" to you.
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Halleluja.
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Seriously, walking in the August rain and our formal wear to Rudy's, you barefoot in the warm water pouring down the streets, me with an icepack under my vest to keep me from melting. Your smile, which illuminates.
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I think you encouraged me to start using LJ that day too. :-)
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