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i remember, she used to pronounce her name as: just tina... even though the french would have said: just teen... or ju steen. and my my, what a headache, feels a lot like a diabetic's nightmare, no food for the whole day, some water and some alcohol - what could possibly go wrong? and there i was, dreaming of a hoisin sauce duck tortilla wrap... but did i get it? no...        caesar chicken tortilla wrap instead...    and torrential rain, ******* down buckets of pears... and what else?    ah, it's nearing october and i'm still found wearing shorts and sandals...       and so it was, memories of justine, running barefoot with her in the rain... justine? aunt, who was only about 5 years older than me...       her dad was my grandmother's brother... don't ask... it just reminded me of that day we fell ill after running barefoot in the rain, as i munched my caesar infused chicken tortilla wrap, holding a pair of sandals in the other hand, strolling the the drum-beat of the rain, amused ever so often when dipping my feet into puddles, trying to guess how many            variations of cement there were... in guessed about 7 different fibres     of texture...             i can't tell you how much fun it becomes reliving old ills - like walking barefoot in the rain,          nearing october, in shorts,    eating a chicken caesar tortilla roll - complaining about the headache induced by a dangerous sugar level (from fasting), twice retorting: and i'm not even a diabetic.
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
memories of justine
i remember, she used to pronounce her name as: just tina... even though the french would have said: just teen... or ju steen. and my my, what a headache, feels a lot like a diabetic's nightmare, no food for the whole day, some water and some alcohol - what could possibly go wrong? and there i was, dreaming of a hoisin sauce duck tortilla wrap... but did i get it? no...        caesar chicken tortilla wrap instead...    and torrential rain, ******* down buckets of pears... and what else?    ah, it's nearing october and i'm still found wearing shorts and sandals...       and so it was, memories of justine, running barefoot with her in the rain... justine? aunt, who was only about 5 years older than me...       her dad was my grandmother's brother... don't ask... it just reminded me of that day we fell ill after running barefoot in the rain, as i munched my caesar infused chicken tortilla wrap, holding a pair of sandals in the other hand, strolling the the drum-beat of the rain, amused ever so often when dipping my feet into puddles, trying to guess how many            variations of cement there were... in guessed about 7 different fibres     of texture...             i can't tell you how much fun it becomes reliving old ills - like walking barefoot in the rain,          nearing october, in shorts,    eating a chicken caesar tortilla roll - complaining about the headache induced by a dangerous sugar level (from fasting), twice retorting: and i'm not even a diabetic.
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Sep 27, 2017
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