If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a completely made up, 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 LJ and see what your friends come up with.
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 LJ and see what your friends come up with.
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We headed to the back of the room and tried to avoid walking into anyone. Got some water, swigged it down. Swigged a few more down. Ran into James Marsters.
I kind of stuttered through telling him he was awesome, but then Drowsy Maggie started up, and James Marsters or no, that song I dance to. So I headed back to the floor, leaving you there with James. Never did hear what came of that.
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