The Good Old Days
Last night we had dinner at a colleague's house with several other friends from work. A lot of wine was consumed. My old roommate and her fiance were there, and as we got up to leave, he turned to me with a nostalgic smile and said, "Remember the time we spent an hour..."
"Talking about masturbation at the pub crawl?" I interjected, fondy.
"No, when we--"
"Walked home from the train station
without your shirts on." My old roommate contributed, rolling her eyes.
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No," he insisted. "The time we went vibrator shopping online for her!" He triumphantly concluded, pointing at his fiancee.
"Ah yes," I nodded sagely. "I remember."