2015-07-14 Permalink

I met her today at an embassy. She remembered me from a long time ago, which was quite remarkable (I’m sort of proud of having an easily forgettable face—once I went back to my school and nobody knew who I was). I wanted to tell her that I loved her outfit, her black suit and shirt and red tie, her red fingernails with black cats painted on them. Unfortunately, there was no time to do so; we all sort of just left. I hope to meet her again someday and tell her.

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