Memories of Good Days

I sat down on the computer so I could write a few lines. As soon as I write, I will go to the wedding of a friend we know next evening, so I didn't even look at the screen as my right-wrong fingers ran between the letters.

I was close to the end that an hour and a half before the agreed hour without notice, suddenly came through the outside door of the workplace came to my office.

My hand fell on my foot. I closed the page and file in panic panic. I got up, I met him at the door. He had a job on these sides and he came to me when he was done.

Where do we eat? We did some research from our phones to answer the question and we set off. We chose a place where he used to go with friends. Also close to the wedding hall. Had nice food. We talked about beautiful memories. I entered a little private, very unresponsive to answer my questions, although not very clear. He insisted on paying me the bill, I didn't take it. I got in your arm when I was crossing the street. What a good time.

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