I reached into my backpack a few minutes ago (looking for a tampon) and, in rummaging around the bottom of it, found what appears to be a bus ticket from Swansea to Killay, dated 30 May 2000. I bought this backpack this summer, and the only book I'm carrying in it this spring.
I'm glad I got to spend time on the Gower before
papersky and
zorinth left Swansea and, with
rysmiel, introduced me to Montreal.
I'm glad I got to spend time on the Gower before
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I don't ever remember you going on a bus to Killay, and if you had, you wouldn't probably have been starting from Swansea, but from Sketty. Was May of 2000 Plokta.con? Plokta.con is the only time I remember you being there in May.
Incidentally, my next-door neighbour, in the building next door, joins the great mass of taxi drivers, desk clerks, and waiters who can tell that we're sisters. I hardly ever see her, though I see her kids quite a bit, but I saw her at the bus stop today and she asked me if I'd had family here over the summer. I said yes, and she said she could tell because we look identical.
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I'm mostly puzzled about how it got into this backpack. I don't mind so much having to clear bits of paper out of my bags periodically, but usually the paper has some excuse for being in the given bag in the first place.