December 2011
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A 100 Word Story for Nancy
OUR ORIGIN STORY
First meeting:
Mark dared me to walk over to the waitress and greet her by name as if we’d met before.
I said, “Hi Nancy.”
She said, “I don’t know you. How do you know my name?”
I mumbled something about being a friend of Mark’s and retreated back to the bar with my tail between my legs.
First argument:
I said, “You always say...
