For the past few weeks, I have woken each morning (well, most mornings) with FA2 on my mind. I can't think why nor do I recall any dreams involving FA2 that might have her in my thoughts on waking.
Today was different. Today, it was CAB. Specifically, it was CAB, when we were on a date, and were told a football result. She supported one team, me, another. It was a draw. However, when I looked up the match earlier, it turns out that it took place a month before I think we ever met, so the memory is incorrect. Weird.
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