Ran into Eva just now. Hadn't seen her in years. Well, a year at least. Talked for a bit, nothing special. What hit me was what came after.
The memories of that autumn afternoon of 2001. The busstop. The one in front of what is now the ICT building. When LRT didn't run to Dalhousie and busses went all the way home. The jokes about my resemblance to Reverend Kaan, the missionary who lived in Morocco.
The first memories I have of you.
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