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“Don't I know you?”
Rob [1] is checking out the lap tops at CompUSA [2] and I'm checking out this
cute blond in the isle next to us. She's talking to one of the sales droids
so it's hard to see her face, but the rear is nice; her end does justify the
jeans, so to speak.
She then turns around. Oh my, I think. I think I know her!
She stares at me like she's going Oh my, I think I know him!
“Kaye?”
“Sean?”
“Kaye!”
“Sean! Oh my god!” We hug each other; introductions are made—Rob this is
Kaye, Kaye this is Rob, etc., etc. She finishes buying her new laptop and we
all head out to the Chinese restaurant to catch up on the past few years
since we both worked at Armigeron Information Services, Inc. [3]
We were lucky that we caught her—she's moving to Orlando in a few days, which
sucks (well, not for her, but for her friends down here).
[1]
http://www.tragic-smurfs.com/
[2]
http://www.compusa.com/
[3]
http://www.armigeron.com/
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