*nabs it from nekare*

[rosie_rues]

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.

*is curious what people will 'remember'*

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Remember that time we missed a train in the London Underground during rush hour? When the train pulled into the station, the crowd rushed forward to pack in. The man ahead of us, a tweedy old fellow carrying a battered leather satchel, just made it aboard as the doors were closing, but in his haste he neglected to notice that a book had dropped out of his bag. The doors slid shut, the train zoomed onward, and we two were left alone on the platform with a dusty and worn-out hardback. I can't even remember the title, it's been so many years now, but I do know we forgot our eagerness to get to wherever we were going, and instead returned above ground just as evening was falling to settle ourselves in a cozy teashop and take turns reading aloud to one another long into the night.