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My twenty-year high school reunion...great.

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Really?

Northwestern High, class of 1988.

...tell me you're coming with me.

Yeah sure Stark.

I'm sure I'll probably be duly humiliated, so, I apologize in advance?

Alright.

No, seriously, if it's half as bad as high school...

*turns pink*

...there may have been off-key mauling of Starship involved. But it was Christian's fault.

Sure it was.

...okay and I may have been drinking.

Uh huh.

Oh please, like you didn't pull some stupid thing at that age.

...actually, it's you. You may not have.

*smiles but says nothing*

You are the most straight-arrow person I know. I would be stunned.

Maybe I better not say anything then.

*just blinks for a moment* You cannot be serious.

I was a teenager Stark.

Well, no shit, but there's people like me who fall on their faces and then there's people like you who are just better than that.

*chuckles* I was a teenage boy Stark, I got into some interesting situations.

I bet we could sit around and compare lists. You know, I took out a catcher once.

Took out how?

As in, I slid into home plate and spun her around completely.

I took out a pitcher once, bunch of us got drunk and tried to climb the water tower and I fell on him.

Oh, Christ.

Remind me I need to introduce you to Davon.

Oh?

Yeah, he was our varsity center. Tough guy. We go way back.

So, you ready to see what I did like, twenty years earlier? Promise not to break up with me if I humiliate myself?

Yeah I'm ready.

Try not to laugh too much. (http://followedhimdown.livejournal.com/19816.html?mode=reply)

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