I'm afraid to dabble in things like FaceBook -- or anything else of the sort. (That Classmates site, for example.) All such endeavors to 'connect' with one's past are shortsighted at best. Time flows in one direction for a number of very good reasons. Chief among these is the often hard-earned luxury of not having to relive all that shit.
Be grateful you've put some distance between your leathery skinned present and that ignorant (albeit taut and tanned) carcass you once inhabited.
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Wise words, Mr Armadale. Connecting with your past is like rummaging through a dustbin. Which part of the world are you from?
I find myself in the frozen environs of southern Ontario, in Canada.
A crueler flush cannot be imagined.
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