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How do you forget the boy who gave you your first cast-iron skillet?
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June 5th, 2007 at 5:30 am
You don’t, nor should you. Funny the memories that inanimate objects inspire. They do tend to filter through only the good though. As a word of caution. However, if it’s (the boy) still an option, don’t let pride get in the way.
Can’t tell you how many ex-’s I’d like to get back with as a result of a tie, cuff links, knives, etc.
June 5th, 2007 at 4:46 pm
I’ll let you know when it happens
June 6th, 2007 at 7:20 pm
You will never forget him. C’est la guerre.