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[kimberkit]

Post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want.
Then post this to your journal.
See what people remember about you.

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[pallasathene82.livejournal.com]

You throwing ice down my shirt my freshman year in Baxter, which alas is also gone. And how Dan Bahls though we were nuts, but it was so hot, and we didn't care.
Or singing camp songs on the subway at 10 o'clock at night, headed to what turned out to be a crappy kareoke bar. Not the good one with Carl. The one with too much smoke & overpriced drinks and people dancing drunkenly on the table.
Or you me & Cath in your room, talking about guys and foreign langueges and stuffed animals. And probably sex.