I remember a night a few weeks before I met Anna (~2005).  My friend and I saw two girls and, brash, arrogant and hopeless as we were, we decided that these two were the girls we would try to talk with and, with luck, take home.  He picked one girl, I the other.  Nothing happened – they may have left soon after.  The girl I picked was named Claire, though I didn’t know it then.  He picked Anna.

-7 May 2015

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