If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or don't know each other) 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 on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you!
Post away - and be creative! (from girl fiend)
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Char was a rough and tumble lesbian with a heart of gold when I met her in the Bronx three years ago. She was living in a one room shanty with her life partner, Pat, a chapstick lesbian if I had ever seen one, when Pat told Char that she wanted to start seeing other men. Char went insane and hurled Pat off of their fourth story fire escape. I was sitting below her apartment selling my woven bracelets and smoking crack an unconcious Pat fell to the ground. I knew she was going to survive and that I had little time. I started removing all of her jewelry when Char came downstairs. We'd never spoken before, but we had a connection. We knew that from that moment on, we'd be friends. I removed the jewelry and clothes to pawn off, and Char carefully began removing Pat's gold teeth. We hopped onto Char's two seater bicycle and rode into Manhattan where Char found a job as a backup singer for Cher's "Comeback" tour and I ended up doing five years in the pen for prostitution.
I will never forget that night.
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