a little forgetful
fiction
edward w pritchard
I just remembered. I forgot to ask Anette out for our third date, forty years ago. All this time I had thought she had iced me.
Sometimes I can be a little forgetful. I remember wanting to proceed with her. Well, maybe the next time around the wheel.
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Friday, November 18, 2011
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