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, feel free to 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, feel free to post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.
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And then we blew up a broadway theatre and were attacked by zombies.
Yeah, shame that's never happened again. We should do that again sometime!
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I don't do fake memories ...
... that time that you and I were chosen (by Canada of all places!) to be their Olympic 10m sychronised diving team at the Atlanta Olympics ... that was really cool! I'm sorry I let you down in the final though, and I wish you'd kept your silver medal ... but I respect you for selling it off and giving the money to charity.
I still have mine, up on the mantlepiece along with the photo of you handing your money over to Nelson Mandela at the UN in New York .. now *that* was a great day but I'll leave that story for another time...
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But there were a dozen meetings like that. It was emotional for everyone. Cathleen found that same kind of kinship when she met Matteo and Mark. There was never a better shield-wall than the one that faced the Aspect of the Adversary there. Saul, Imus, Ilya, Cathleen, Danae, Blaize, Quintus - Cassio, Alexander, Matteo, Mark, Sebastian, Suren, Ramiro. Dozens of others; proof positive that the two legends were evenly matched in all heroism.
Nor have I ever seen an enemy as fearsome; every fallen gurtal was restored under the Adversary's black banner. The Nameless Ones were cowed into service. Ravelers, too, to unmake all our magics. And yet - and yet - in that hour, when we drew swords together, every Grimslayer and Steadfast and the Sword of Corwynn and Cathleen's crystal sword - the Adversary flinched.
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Dude...
Admittedly, okay, trying to play mediating once in the holding cell at County was maybe not the best part of the plan.
But hell! What a night!
Trace
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Eating ice cream off of Gerard Butler. Duh.
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Oh, yeah, the road trip
We'd crossed sixty-seven counties, or so you told me at the time, and I'd stopped being surprised that you kept track of those kinds of things. By the time we passed a few more state lines and reached the ocean, you'd told me how to identify a lizard by the bend in its tail, failed to convince me that Dune was worth reading again, and saved my life at least twice.
I don't think I'm quite up for another trip like that, but it's good to look back on, you know?
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It had been raining and you thought I had left to go see Avril for the night but I had to come back to the apartment to pick up the weaponized cholera I had been working on.
The look on your face when I opened the door. Why oh why hadn't you locked the door!! I still shudder remembering the blood on the walls and the ceiling. The goat chewing on the torn apart and blood-soaked clothes.
What had those sidewalk preachers done to deserve such a gruesome end!
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The Emile Bührle Foundation Heist in Zurich
I'm sorry that we had to ditch the Monet and the Van Gogh, but it was either the paintings or us. I hope you found a good spot for the Cézanne after all the trouble we went to.
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Damn, I wasn't supposed to EVER mention...
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